How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.
BORIS PASTERNAKMan is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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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.
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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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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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As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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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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When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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