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Søren Kierkegaard

Your own tactic is to train yourself in the art of becoming enigmatic to everybody. My young friend, suppose there was no one who troubld himself to guess your riddle–what joy, then, would you have in it? ― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life. (Princeton University Press October 27, 2013) Originally published February 20,… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard

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Søren Kierkegaard

And this is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness; they outlive themselves, not in the sense that life’s content successively unfolds and is now possessed in the unfolding, but they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal… Continue reading Søren Kierkegaard

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Walker Percy

What does a man live for but to have a girl, use his mind, practice his trade, drink a drink, read a book, and watch the martins wing it for the Amazon and the three-fingered sassafras turn red in October? —Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1971)

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. —  Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment. Everyman’s Library; 12th edition May 25, 1993) Originally published January 1866.

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Albert Camus

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no… Continue reading Albert Camus

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