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Where there is real love one wants to go to church first.

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She's a real woman, the kind that can't look after herself.

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Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

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He does not so much split his infinitives as disembowel them.

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I read a Finnish novel. It was all about people riding bicycles.

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It is astonishing how the human animal survives its misfortunes.

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The unsuccessful bully can always become the father of a family.

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Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.

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There is no escape from mystery. It is the character of our being.

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Journalism—an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

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Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.

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What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

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I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

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The law, like art, is always vainly racing to catch up with experience.

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The choice between law and justice is an easy one for courageous minds.

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Music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.

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On their faces lay that plastered, flattened look of loyalty to a cause.

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Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts.

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You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

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Hatred of domestic work is a natural and admirable result of civilization.

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All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.

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I cannot see that art is anything less than a way of making joys perpetual.

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Art is at least in part a way of collecting information about the universe.

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There are two kinds of imperialists - imperialists and bloody imperialists.

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Chaperons dozed in their corsets like jellies left overnight in their molds.

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