"The greatest human achievements have never been for profit."

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Source : Unpublished letter to the "Providence Journal" (13 April 1934), quoted in "Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy", edited by J. T. Joshi, (pp. 115-116), 1976.

H. P. Lovecraft

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“Well, I think we need to have attrition by enforcement. We need to secure our borders. We need to enforce our laws.”
“It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should only be organised dust - ready to fly abroad the moment the spring snaps, or the spark goes out, which kept it together. Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.”
“I think sleeping was my problem in school. If school had started at 4:00 in the afternoon, I'd be a college graduate today.”
“And connected I had been. When the fish changed directions, I felt it. when it slowed or sped up, I felt that too. It's such a raw thing, this shared existence with a piece of bucking biomass.”
“Intellectual respectability required mental health, and it was becoming evident to me by then that "mental health" consisted of trusting everyone about everything as much as possible - and, for good measure, poking fun at anyone who didn't. Especially to be trusted were the mass media, whose owners and personnel were not to be regarded as minions of the Establishment because, as they themselves used to attest with confidence, there was no Establishment in the United States of America. Only foreigners and paranoids believed (otherwise).”
“Constructions of a-rhythmical forms, the clash between concrete and abstract forms... ...The acute angle is passionate and dynamic, expressing will and a penetrating force.”

Source : "Piani plastici come espanzione sferica nello spazio" (March 1913), as quoted in "Futurism," Didier Ottinger (ed.), p. 146, 2008.
“Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.”
“Weâ€™re all misfits herefrom our weirdnesses and our differences, from our manic fixations, our obsessions, our passions. From all those wild and wacky things that make each of us unique.”

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