Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
GUSTAVE FLAUBERTI don’t believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.
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For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.
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Exuberance is better than taste.
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All you have to do to make something interesting is to look at it long enough.
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Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times. The ordinary person today lives better than a king did a century ago but is ungrateful!
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Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.
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The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.
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One’s duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.
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What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or to rouse our lust or our anger, but to do as nature does-that is, fill us with wonderment.
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I don’t believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.
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My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
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What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!
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On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.
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The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
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After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.
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Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.
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