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Stop wanting money, time, entertainment.

I can understand someone wanting a thing and trying to get it, but who every hopes?

Moments of happiness one forgets, but sorrow never.

Sometimes you forget what you want and then you go and lose what you had.

Speak (live/act) clearly calmly exactly evenly strongly firmly.

Grief holds tragic beauty. Stunned moments of sadness are healthy for the soul, reminding us to be real.

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of a man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.

Can it Trotskyite!

Life ran like music, vanishing under ones hands.

It’s not about how long you stay at a place, it’s about what you do while you’re there and when you go, is that place any better for you having been there.

The mole has no consciousness, yet it burrows in a specific direction

A man on the contrary, should he not know everything, excel in manifold activities, initiate you into the energies of life, the refinements of life, all mysteries?

Work ethic being desirable is an idea pushed upon society by those that profit from our hard work.

A man can do what he wills, but he cannot will what he wills

Believe it not, regret it not, but wait it out, O Man.

I had to reckon with the twin pressures that mold so many of our lives: passion and economics. Passion pushes our curiosity, drives innovation, and breaks through boundaries. Economics makes rules, sets boundaries, and forces compromise.

Anger cannot churn the butter.

For a man who does not cheat, what he believes to be true must determine his action.

It’s the hinge that squeaks that gets the grease.

Man is made to live in harmony with others and God’s will but violates this harmony when he inevitably makes himself the center and source of meaning for his life.

There is little proportion about either pain or pleasure: a headache darkens the universe while it lasts, a cup of tea really lightens the spirit bereft of all reasonable consolations.

My lungs taste the air of time, blown past falling sands.

Nazi Germany was merely the most extreme case of a late-capitalist condition in which people surrender real intellectual freedom in favor of a sham paradise of personal liberation and comfort.

Stay a course of passion and authenticity and you will get through any time of trouble.

There is no road leading from metaphysics to the realities of life.

The liberal individualist way of thinking, the individual is always an adult male in his prime, who, just at this particular moment when we encounter him, happens to have no needs and dependencies that would bind him to others.

Inadvertently when drunk he exposes his wistful desire to somehow disappear and merge into the pale-faced millions who own and operate America.

But that’s what it’s all about, man. You go for the big money and then you’re free.

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live!

Sie wissen das nicht, aber sie tun es” (“they do not know it, but they are doing it”).

In such cases as these a good memory is pardonable.

What price do you pay for the chains you refuse?

All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.

All I needed to do was look up to the galaxy to remind myself of my good luck.

Nothing is more precious than independence and freedom.

Did I beat myself to the punchline of my life?

The obsession of western liberals with identity politics only distracts from class struggle.

The wisest and the best of men—nay, the wisest and best of their actions—may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.

The last word in the disintegration of monopolistic capital is fascism.

The price of purpose is to render invisible so many other things.

If we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster.

The universe is just a little thing we whipped up among us the other night for our entertainment and then agreed to forget the gag.

Speculation is the one inducement we have to live!

The art of indifference trumps consequences.

For all it brightens, love casts long shadows.

Once terror is identified with the world, it becomes invisible.

Laughter must liberate the gay truth is the world from the veils of gloomy lies spun by the seriousness of fear, suffering, and violence.

The solitary loneliness of predestined free will was then his.

You about as tasteless as a carrot.

The only thing that looks good dying is a rose.

High heels trample on my coat tails that suits me okay…

The lives of most people are tight pallid and sad, more to be mourned than their death.

Learning yourself should be the work of your life.

In the spring they have pity on the man of sorrows, whether he is good or whether he is evil.

In life, you don’t get what you deserve, you get what you negotiate.

When our turn comes, we shall not make excuses for the terror.

Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends.

Oh pretty boy, can’t you show me nothing but surrender?

We were young, rich, and in love. Nothing could stop us. It was perfect.

While the world and sun endure, lots of chance but trouble sure.

The emotions of addition: shame, guilt, loneliness, helplessness.

A place where a sleepless neighbor reads an endless book by the light of an eternal candle.

You only learn wisdom through suffering.

Honor is keeping your word, taking vengeance upon those who wrong you, protecting the weak, and gaining the admiration of others.

Only the men who make you feel the most romantic and awful and ashamed and interesting and beautiful.

He who consumed his life in self-conquest, and died, on his lips the new word of love which as yet he knew not how to speak.

Man is intoxicated by his desire, woman expects and demands to be intoxicated by it.

To let your relation to the masculine be conditioned by the feminine.

Major life activities involve lifting, concentrating, breathing, reading, learning, working, walking, standing, thinking, hearing, seeing, and speaking.

The man who has much is afraid of revolution.

Revolutionaries are dead men on furlough.

But today, who knows what loneliness is?

I have traveled much and learned much and labored much and earned much, yet alas, of gold I have little. Some I spent wisely, some I spent foolishly, and much I lost in unwise ways.

He wished every day to do something foolish, something creative, and something generous.

The call for rights—whether to private property or welfare—are simply slavish demands by the weak for protection from the worthy and strong.

Never be glad of something you can’t be proud of.

There is nothing more unequal than the equal treatment of unequals.

If you ask a cultural-studies maven who believes in nothing but collective forces and class determinisms how she came to believe this doctrine, she will begin to tell you, eagerly, the story of her life.

Love is care, responsibility, respect, and knowledge of another human being.

If everything is imperfect in this imperfect world, love is most perfect in it’s perfect imperfection

Classic capitalists brand consumption as a sin against their functions. Modern view it as a renunciation of pleasure.

The owl of Minerva takes its flight only when the shades of night are gathering.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight

In this clear morning air, the world seems less in the way, seems less to stand between us.

This passage shows, at one and the same time, the strength and the weakness of that kind of criticism which knows how to judge and condemn the present, but not how to comprehend it.

If he could do everything, why wasn’t he called Imanuel Kan?

When one is in love, the aesthetic judgement counts for as little as the moral.

A certain nameless sensation which embraced everything: sadness and joy, a presentiment of the future, and the desire and the fear of life.

You admire the man who can push his way to the top from any walk of life, while we admire the man who abandons his ego.

Something wild and deep, mysterious and terrifying between us

All the sensations which the drunkenness of passion knows.

Living meantime to meantime.

Sometimes love just happens—wonderfully, horribly—leaving us to wonder who we have become after it ends, if it can even be said to end.

He prized concision in a time of profligacy.

You give yourself to love and give yourself to forgetfulness of who you are and what you want.

‘Thinking’ about you is far too tame a word to characterize the impulse that turns all my being in your direction.

The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality.

There is no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss.

Like a scarlet thread, your lips. And your tongue—desire.

Meteorological man with a whirlwind girl.

When God’s the author, being pretty’s not the purpose.

Money is bourgeois sublimation of rituals of the anus.

Though honor might рosses certain advantages, yet shame has others.

Man is born to sorrow as the sparks fly upwards.

Do you know the word known to all men?

You behold in me a horrible example of free thought.

There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.

There are plenty of memories, but nothing to remember.

Indulge in the sweetness of magnanimous sensations

Do not lisp fatuous phrases

After all, it is no spring flower, only a post script to a hope.

That little girl, who seems to me brimming over with mysterious forces. How I love her! I’ve made romantic plans of love, of happiness with her. O simple- hearted youth.

The finest and highest of human qualities – love, poetry, tenderness, philosophic and inquiring doubt.

And this wouldn’t be just more of your paranoid hippie bullshit, would it?

The custodian of an inheritance has learned much about, but nothing from.