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| Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it. | | Uncategorized | |
| For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness. | | Uncategorized | |
| For every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early, and the human race come to an end | | Uncategorized | |
| God is for men and religion is for women | | God | |
| Going home must be like going to render an account. | | Uncategorized | |
| Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys. | | Uncategorized | |
| Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy! | | Uncategorized | |
| He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites--and escapes. | | Uncategorized | |
| He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor fear, nor even respect. He inspired uneasiness. That was it! | | Uncategorized | |
| He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense. | | Arguments; Words | |
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| His eyes were naturally heavy; he had an air of having wallowed, fully dressed, all day on an unmade bed. | | Uncategorized | |
| History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird. | | Uncategorized | |
| How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat? | | Uncategorized | |
| I can't imagine a human being so hard up for something to do as to quarrel with me | | Uncategorized | |
| I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is one -- one for all men and for all occupations. | | Uncategorized | |
| I don't like work no man does but I like what is in the work the chance to find yourself | | Uncategorized | |
