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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.

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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Body Fear Mindset Resistance
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Art Live True World
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Decision Deep Dream Myself Philosophy Result Thinking
For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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God Myself Praise Word
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Lonely Lost Myself People Space
For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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Deep Desire End Philosophy
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Deep Money Poison Yourself
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself
Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality

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