It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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If only it were possible to love without injury – fidelity isn’t enough: I had been faithful to Anne and yet I had injured her. The hurt is in the act...
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Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man...
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We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
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We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
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Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away...
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He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea ...
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Nothing in life was as ugly as death.
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He wasn't a patient. I expect someone cured him. You cure a lot of people in this country, don't you, with bullets?
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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the ...
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Suffering is not increased by numbers. One body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.
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There is an old legend that somewhere in the world every man has his double.
