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"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink."
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"Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art."
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"The capacity to be puzzled is the premise of all creation, be it in art or in science."
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"Logic: The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding."
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"The truth is not that we need the critics in order to enjoy the authors, but that we need the authors in order to enjoy the critics."
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"History develops, art stands still."
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"We are all artists painting our desires on the canvas of life and time."
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"To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job."
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"As useful as an unhappy artist. As useless as a happy philosopher."
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"You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet, because poetry is beyond hooks and holes."
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"Great artists are a little too gifted to be bound by boxes and labels, and in saying that, the label 'artist' is to be used lightly."
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"As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill."
Happiness
"I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
Spiritual
"Till Human voices wake us, and we drown."
Justice
"Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,To where St Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stock of nine.There I saw one I knew, and stopped him crying: 'Stetson!You, who were with me in the ships at Mylae!That corpse you planted last year in your garden,Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!You! hypocrite lecteur!-mon semblable,-mon frere!"
Life
"LightLightThe visible reminder of Invisible Light."
Spiritual
"Genuine blasphemy genuine in spirit and not purely verbal is the product of partial belief and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian."
Faith
"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me."
Imagination
"For I have known them all already, known them all-Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
Life
"Truth on our level is a different thing from truth for the jellyfish."
Truth
"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger."
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