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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
Oh, do not scowl at me, reader, I do not intend to convey the impression that I did not manage to be happy.
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Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.
Voltaire, pen name of François-Marie Arouet NULL
He who dies before many witnesses always does so with courage.
Woe to the intellectual who lets himself fall completely from thought into reverie! He thinks he will rise again easily, and he says that, after all, it is the same thing. An error! Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie its pleasure. To replace thought with reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.
Bring hither by thy shouts, O lord of wealth, the suitor, bend his mind towards her; turn thou the right side of every agreeable suitor towards (her).
By the Grace of the Saints, Nanak has met the Lord; his mind and body are soothed and satisfied.
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Death is not the merciless that he is made out to be; he is the friend and companion, the teacher, the kindly kinsman, who takes you into his fold and clothes you with the halo of remembrance.
Cultivation | Grace | Learning | Mind | Work |
By Your Grace, I obtained this human body; grant me the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan, O Sovereign Lord King.
Vauvenargues, Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues NULL
The fool is like those people who think themselves rich with little.
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Thomas J. Watson, fully Thomas John Watson, Sr.
Sin hath the devil for its father, shame for its companion, and death for its wages
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
According to my mother, some sort of phantom stole into the room where I lay in my cradle and struck me on the head with a silver hammer. [In response to “To what do you attribute that marvelous imagination of yours?]