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The sentence is the great invention of civilisation.
If we don't find anything good, at least we will find something new.
The ancients stole all our great ideas.
For heaven's sake, publish nothing before you are thirty.
Art is for beginners.
Maybe there's some kind of something ... At least not nothing!
There aint no such thing as a bargain promise.
Forget your hopes. They are what brought you here.
What's happening to you is happening to me.
Humility! The last trap that awaits the ego in search of absolute truth.
Tortoises are the children of a frog and a rock.
Tears are stirred into martinis.
Science is the imaginary knowledge of a perfect truth.
Truth is what most contradicts itself.
The moon is usually made in Hamburg, and made quite poorly.
If you slurr in describing a man as "tall," you may have said that he has "long balls."
Interviews, like falling in love, are the sort of the thing it's embarrassing to do alone.
Meanwhile, nature itself was dying, one life at a time.
It was during this period that Goethe began to fling both his arms around whenever he went for a walk.
What could either of them get from such a passion but a sense of his or her own maximum self, in contradistinction to all the rest of life?
If you have the wisdom that this life consists mostly of letting go, then why not get good at the letting go rather than the trying to have?
He seemed very manly and incontrovertible, like something she wanted to push over.
The most successful celebrities are products.
Let's not have a funeral till we got something to bury.
The birds of the air neither sow nor reap and yet your Father feeds them.
Lasting sorrow and penal hopelessness are in no animal form so suppliantly expressed as in the Gallipagos tortoises.
The fetter of oblivion is temporary.
Obviously with things such as posting letters, the gesture is more loaded than the content.
Matter gave birth to passion without form.
He hesitated on the threshold and ended up staying there for another thirty-seven years.
The advert steals one's love for oneself and offers it back for the price of the product.
Buy a card. Ask the whole staff to sign it with their best wishes. Encourage personalisation.
With her, you don't fear what she's going to say, you fear what she's going to leave unsaid.
People nowadays you talk about right or wrong and they're liable to smile at you.
History is the third parent.
What powers a mirror?
In her idea, the man kissed, and the woman examined in her soul the kisses she had received.
There is nothing else like this. Rainbows are alone; they're the only thing like that.
Proust is right that only a love which does not satisfy can continue.
The past was so big that all it contained seemed tiny: loves and births and deaths, tiny units and features within a vast horizon.