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A painter's hand has a thirst for thieving, it steals from heaven and makes a gift to the memories of men, it feigns eternity and it delights in this pretence almost as if it had created rules of its own, more durable and more profoundly true.
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Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.
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There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.
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Life is a series of awakenings
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When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.
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The Fed's low-interest policy not only encourages spending and borrowing, it discourages the one thing that best helps people raise themselves into higher economic classes — saving.
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Someone said to me, "How's your rabbit food?" I said, "Fine." ... "How's your vulture food?"
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Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
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I don't want to unlove you because I love you.
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A public library is the most enduring of memorials, the trustiest monument for the preservation of an event or a name or an affection; for it, and it only, is respected by wars and revolutions, and survives them.
