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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.

Cesare Pavese

But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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Purpose Reality Service Suffering Truth
Don’t mix wine and women.
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One Liner Wine Woman
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
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Art Believe Live Lying Recognition
I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else’s understanding.
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Blood Myself Place Thinking Understand World
It is not the actual enjoyment of pleasure that we desire. What we want is to test the futility of that pleasure, so as to be no longer obsessed by it.
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Enjoyment Happiness Obsession Oneself
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
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Drop End Life Party
Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.
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Born Complete Difference Perfection
A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.
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Creation Dreams End Intelligence Present
Because, to despise money, one must have plenty of it.
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Money Oneself
Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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Death Disturb Repose
The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
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Alive Beginning Goodness Job Moments World
Here’s the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.
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Act Ambition Beyond Difficult Pass Suicide
You will hear words old and spent and useless like costumes left over from yesterday’s parties.
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Costume Old Party Word Yourself
When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.
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Bright Fire Ideas Poetry Production Writing
The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.
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Darkness Evening Face Night Old Soft Talk Whisper Wound
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
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Luxury Pay World

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