“Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.”
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Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.
Hate is the consequence of fear we fear something before we hate it a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.