Whatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
WILLIAM FAULKNERDon’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
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It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you
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Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing.
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A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
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A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
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If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.
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The problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
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