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Le Soleil moribond s’endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul traînant à l’Orient,
Entends, ma chère, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
Charles Baudelaire, Recueillement
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“Gentlemen, I am tormented by questions; answer them for me.”
― Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground
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“How many people eat, drink, and get married; buy, sell, and build; make contracts and attend to their fortune; have friends and enemies, pleasures and pains, are born, grow up, live and die ― but asleep !”
― Joseph Joubert
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"Men are mistaken in thinking themselves free; their opinion is made up of consciousness of their own actions, and ignorance of the causes by which they are determined."
Baruch Spinoza
Ethics
November 24, 1632
February 21, 1677
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"After all, it matters but little whether the clouds be golden or gloomy that yonder float over the plain ; the traveller is glad to have reached the eminence whence his eye may at last repose on illimitable space."
Maurice Maeterlinck
Wisdom and Destiny
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'Listening to music has become a trivial everyday affair as a result of technical progress. Listening to music is nothing out of the ordinary any more, you can hear music wherever you go, you are practically forced to hear music, in every department store, in every doctor's surgery, on every street, indeed you cannot avoid music nowadays, you wish to escape from it but you cannot escape, this age is totally accompanied by background music, that is the catastrophe, Reger said.'
Thomas Bernhard
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“For a conscious being, to exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating one’s self endlessly.”
― Henri Bergson
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#Paris Les Champs-Elysées, vue prise de l'Arc de Triomphe
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Ernst Jünger: “When we look back, our eyes alight on graves and ruins, on a field of rubble. We are then inveigled by a mirage of time: while believing that we are advancing and progressing, we are actually moving toward that past. Soon we will belong to it: time passes over us.”
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"Wordsworth is described as the poet of nature. He is more the poet of man, deeply wrought upon by a certain phase of nature, the nature of those sombre, quiet, green, far-reaching mountain solitudes."
John Burroughs
Fresh Fields
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"Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain."
~ Oscar Wilde ; De Profundis
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"I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity."
Albert Einstein
"Self-Portrait", 1936
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"My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence."
Arthur Conan Doyle
The Red Headed League
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