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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

Franz Kafka

Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

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