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It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?
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If one oversteps the bounds of moderation, the greatest pleasures cease to please.
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The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
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I don't want to live in a world where there's no privacy, and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity.
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I personally think honestly disclosing rather than hiding ones subjective values makes for more honest and trustworthy journalism. But no journalism - from the most stylistically objective to the most brazenly opinionated - has any real value unless it is grounded in facts, evidence, and verifiable data.
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The language of the heart--the language which "comes from the heart" and "goes to the heart"--is always simple, always graceful, and always full of power, but no art of rhetoric can teach it. It is at once the easiest and most difficult language--difficult, since it needs a heart to speak it; easy, because its periods though rounded and full of harmony, are still unstudied.
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First of all, Jericho...Liberace called and said he wants his pajamas back!
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Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit; to become delightful, happiness must be tainted with poison.
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Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder,
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I was born in Long Branch, New Jersey, and no one had ever taught anybody that young, back in those days.
