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"you wander bewildered among those austere walls which student hands have arabesqued with outsized capital writing and detailed graffiti, just as the cavemen felt the need to decorate the cold walls of their caves to become masters of the tormenting mineral alienness, to make them familiar, empty them into their own inner space, annex them to the physical reality of living." 4 hours, 15 min ago

 
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"Having collected my money and closed the fearful gap in my budget I went back to the theater, which I now needed as much as an addict needs his morphine." Jun 14, 2025 11:32AM

 
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Oscar Wilde
“...it is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.”
Oscar Wilde

William Shakespeare
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space â€� were it not that I have bad dreams. â€� Hamlet”
Shakespeare

Leo Tolstoy
“The whole detachment was so quite that I could distinctly hear all the mingling sounds of night, so full of enchanting mystery: the mournful howling of distant jackals, now like a despairing lament, now like laughter; the sonorous, monotonous song of crickets, frogs, quails; a rumbling noise whose cause baffled me and which seemed to be coming even nearer; and all of Nature's barely audible nocturnal sounds that defy explanation or definition and merge in one rich, beautiful harmony that we call the stillness of the night.”
Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

Franz Kafka
“I sink into your eyes whenever I'm looking at you”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Robert Penn Warren
“The poem is, then, a little myth of
man’s capacity for making life
meaningful. And in the end, the
poem is not the thing we see—it is,
rather, a light by which we may see
—and what we see is life.”
Robert Penn Warren

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