Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
BERNARD BERENSONPsychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
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Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
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The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.
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As I got warmed up, and felt perfectly at home in talk, I heard myself boasting, lying, exaggerating. Oh, not deliberately, far from it. It would be unconvivial and dull to stop and arrest the flow of talk, and speak only after carefully considering whether I was telling the truth.
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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
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The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing Nature and Humanity, rejoices in its measureless superiority to human passions and human sorrows.
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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
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You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
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Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
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A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.
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Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
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Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed?
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I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
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