However great a man’s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUHowever great a man’s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.
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The man who meditates is a depraved animal.
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I feel an indescribable ecstasy and delirium in melting, as it were, into the system of being, in identifying myself with the whole of nature.
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Oh, man! Live your own life and no longer be wretched!
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Everything is good as it comes from the hands of the Maker of the world, but degenerates once it gets into the hands of man
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Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves.
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If there is in this world a well-attested account, it is that of vampires. Nothing is lacking: official reports, affidavits of well-known people, of surgeons, of priests, of magistrates; the judicial proof is most complete. And with all that, who is there who believes in vampires?
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Happiness requires three things, a good bank account, a good cook, and good digestion.
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I prefer liberty with danger than peace with slavery.
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My birth was my first misfortune.
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To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.
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The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
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MAN is born free; and everywhere he is in chains. One thinks himself the master of others, and still remains a greater slave than they.
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To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.
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The people of England regards itself as free; but it is grossly mistaken; it is free only during the election of members of parliament. As soon as they are elected, slavery overtakes it, and it is nothing.
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One does not drink. One gives a kiss to his glass, and the wine returns a caress to you.
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