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Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

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Fiction, at the point of development at which it has arrived, demands from the writer a spirit of scrupulous abnegation.The only legitimate of all the...more

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He was there below me, and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a featherhat, walking on his hind...more

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There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.