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Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.
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The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.
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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear.
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign, is solitude.
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Supposing this to be a myth, is it not one of the finest myths which human imagination has yet produced? The play is preceded by the most austere of all preludes: the infinite void, and matter restlessly moving to bring forth it knows not what.
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Nothing is so aggravating as calmness.
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To those who advocate that we follow the Chinese model of a totalitarian lockdown because of a virus, must remember that the Maoist principle of Chinese rule is founded on total control of the populace, with the loss of freedom on every front.
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When all is said and done.
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As a species we've fairly comprehensively demonstrated that we don't believe in the sanctity of life. The shrugging acceptance of war, famine, epidemic, pain and life-long poverty shows us that.
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A lot of you cared, just not enough.
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Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
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You have to go down until you can't go lower, until you feel as if you'll suffocate from your despair.
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There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.