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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

Franz Kafka

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy

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