Favorite Male Writers

   8.4  

"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."

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   9  

"Reality is made up of mediocrity, hate and dull conceit, hostile to any intellectual advancement, a clarity bordering on stupidity, a dog's life"

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   8.4  

"A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us."

"By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired"

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   8  

"The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.”

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   8.2  

"Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts."

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   8.1  

Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.

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   9.3  

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
The madman

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   7  

"We work more but make less. Why? Because we act on such a pygmy scale. Abroad they would think you mad if you went in a store and tried to buy just one stick of cigarette. They don’t operate on the scale. The difference is greater than between having and not having; the difference is in the way of thinking. They are accustomed to thinking dynamically. We have the habit, whatever our individual resources, of thinking poor, of thinking petty."
-A Heritage of Smallness

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   8.3  

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

-Sonnet XVII

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   9.2  

"Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will."
-Put out my eyes

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   7.5  

"I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats of any kind, whether of jail or retribution, then the highest emblem of humanity would be the lion tamer, not the prophet who sacrified himself."

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   8.5  

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

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   8  

There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.

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   8.7  

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

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   8.1  

Do you spell it with a "V" or a "W"?' inquired the judge. 'That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord'.

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