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| To write regular verses destroys an infinite number of fine possibilities, but at the same time it suggests a multitude of distant and totally unexpected thoughts |
| Poetry; Writing |
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| Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder. |
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| War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other |
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| We are wont to condemn self-love; but what we really mean to condemn is contrary to self-love. It is that mixture of selfishness and self-hate that permanently pursues us, that prevents us from loving others, and that prohibits us from losing ourselves. |
| Self-love |
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| What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves. |
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