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"Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind."
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"The mind of the Renaissance was not a pilgrim mind, but a sedentary city mind, like that of the ancients."
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"There are always a few, Claire, who like being told what to do instead of being required to think. And those are the ones you should fear. That goes equally for humans, I'm afraid. Critical thinking has become a sadly rare skill these days."

"As soon as you have made a thought, laugh at it."

"I treat my thoughts like an old person treats their valuables: I cannot for the life of me proceed to throwing them out."

"It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world."

"Oh Christ, he understood more than he wanted to right now. Give me a chance, Louis thought, and I'llunderstand myself right into the nearest mental asylum."

"I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst."
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"There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid."

"The student has his Rome, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one."

"Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!"

"Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels."

"Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more.Awake! arise! the athlete's arm Loses its strength by too much rest;The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best."
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