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What’s to become of the morally sound? Left out in the cold, I suppose. We must heal the sick.

Henrik Ibsen

The man whom God wills to slay in the struggle of life – he first individualizes.
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God Individual Life Man Struggle
Different people have different duties assigned them by Nature; Nature has given one the power or the desire to do this, the other that. Each bird must sing with his own throat.
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Ability Different Independent Oneself People Responsibility Sing
The younger generation will come knocking at my door.
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Door Generation Myself Young
Many a man can save himself if he admits he’s done wrong and takes his punishment.
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Himself Man Punishment Save Wrong
It’s such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string – when one slips off, all the rest follow.
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Finance Follow Rest Sports
You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
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Happiness Love Pleasant Yourself
The spectacles of experience; through them you will see more clearly a second time.
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Experience Time Willing Yourself
It is no use lying to one’s self.
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Lying Oneself Self
To crave for happiness in this world is simply to be possessed by a spirit of revolt. What right have we to happiness?
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Crave Happiness Possession Revolution Simplicity World
Whether I pound or am being pounded, all the same there will be moaning!
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Hustle Moaning Myself
The man-at-arms is the only man.
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Distance Man
I’m inclined to think we are all ghosts-every one of us. It’s not just what we inherit from our mothers and fathers that haunts us. Its all kinds of old defunct theories, all sorts of old defunct beliefs, and things like that.
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Belief Inheritance Mom Myself Thinking
The starving poet business is no good nowadays.
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Business Goodness Poet Starve
You don’t get nothing for nothing in this life.
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Life Yourself
When we dead awaken. We see that we have never lived.
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Awakening Dead Live
I go to scale the Future’s possibilities! Farewell!
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Future Inspirational Myself Possible Scale

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