Try to be better than yourself.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThere are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
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Don’t bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.
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I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
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The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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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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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you
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So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed.
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You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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