At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever.

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Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

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One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

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For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

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The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

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For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.

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By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. It's the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

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I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

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Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

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No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.

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