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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.

Iris Murdoch

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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Escape Life Love Talk Value
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Art Greatness
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Civilization Growth Heart Man Transportation
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Deep Freedom Philosophy Prison
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Philosophy Speed
We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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Fantasy Guilty Judgement Ourselves Sin World
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Defend Ourselves World
We can only learn to love by loving.
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Learning Love
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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Book Feeling Start Yourself
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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Live Ourselves Philosophy
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Distance Ourselves People
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain

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