It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
BORIS PASTERNAKIf you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.
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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.
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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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