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The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

Talent Is Nothing But Long Patience.

The Great Natures Which Are Good, Are Above Everything Generous And Don't Begrudge The Giving Of Themselves.

He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams Crumble And The Tomb Abides

Ah! In Fact There Are Two Moralities ... The Petty One, The Conventional One, The One Devised By Men, That Keeps Changing And Bellows So Loudly, Making A Commotion Down Here Among Us, In A Perfectly Pedestrian Way ... But The Other One, The Eternal One, Is All Around And Above Us, Like A Landscape That Surrounds Us And The Blue Sky That Gives Us Light.