Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
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It is our business to go as we are impelled.
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The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
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Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
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Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
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Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
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