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One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.
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The Bible is a sanctum; the world, sputum.
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If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
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In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.
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A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.
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My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
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It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.
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In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
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Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.
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I carry the bars within me.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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The truth is always an abyss.
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Leopards break into the temple and drink to the dregs what is in the sacrificial pitchers; this is repeated over and over again; finally it can be calculated in advance, and it becomes a part of the ceremony.
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Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.
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I never wish to be easily defined.
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Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.
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Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before.
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From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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The way is infinitely long, nothing of it can be subtracted, nothing can be added, and yet everyone applies his own childish yardstick to it. 'Certainly, this yard of the way you still have to go, too, and it will be accounted unto you.'
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Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.