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| A book is like a man / clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun. | | Uncategorized | |
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| A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory | | Death and dying; Past; Time | |
| A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. | | Uncategorized | |
| A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it. | | Journey; Marriage | |
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| American cities are like badger holes ringed with trash | | Uncategorized | |
| And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed | | Strength | |
| As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. | | Moments; Time | |
| Fear the day when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, distinctive in the universe. | | Uncategorized | |
| Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. | | Body | |
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| Got a lot of sinful ideas. But they seem kinda sensible. | | Uncategorized | |
| I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession. | | Uncategorized | |
| I believe that love cannot be bought except with love | | Uncategorized | |
| I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything. | | Uncategorized | |
| I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit. | | Teachers and teaching | |
| I have named the destroyers of nations: comfort, plenty, and security - out of which grow a bored and slothful cynicism, in which rebellion against the world as it is, and myself as I am, are submerged in listless self-satisfaction | | Uncategorized | |
| I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier? | | Uncategorized | |
| I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool. | | Uncategorized | |
