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But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more
One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is read more
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.
The stupendous fact that we stand in the midst of reality will always be something far more wonderful than anything read more
The stupendous fact that we stand in the midst of reality will always be something far more wonderful than anything we do.
