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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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there are times when life’s ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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