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It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

Cesare Pavese

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.
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Himself Strong Weakness Woman
We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
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Care God Love People Religion
We never remember days, only moments.
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Day Moments Remember
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
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
What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.
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Beyond Lying Ocean Reach World
The problems that agitate one generation are exstinguished for the next, not because they have been solved but because the general lack of interest sweeps them away.
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Generation Interest Problem Solve
The only joy in the world is to begin.
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Beginning Job One Liner World
Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.
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Human Imagination Poor Reality
Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
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Artist Monk State
Love is desire for knowledge.
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Desire Knowledge Love One Liner
We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.
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Goodness Thinking Work
Nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.
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Action Disappear Fall Quiet Submission Suicide
But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting.
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Interest Lost Stupidity Time Wisdom
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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Forget Life Memories Rich
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

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