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“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
― Albert Camus

“People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied.
'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently.
'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“For I am not everlasting, but a human being, a part of the whole as an hour is a part of the day. Like an hour I must come, and like an hour pass away.”
― Epictetus, Discourses, Fragments, Handbook

“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
― Albert Camus

“Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation.
"I beg pardon, my queen," he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.”
― Voltaire

“Know thyself? If I knew myself, I'd run away.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

“Common sense is the most widely shared commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it.”
― Rene Descartes

“Remove the document—and you remove the man.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov

“The whole horror of the situation is that he now has a human heart, not a dog's heart. And about the rottenest heart in all creation!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, Heart of a Dog

“The Thought of Death. It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this confusion of streets, of necessities, of voices: how much enjoyment, impatience and desire, how much thirsty life and drunkenness of life comes to light here every moment! And yet it will soon be so still for all these shouting, lively, life- loving people! How everyone's shadow, his gloomy travelling companion stands behind him! It is always as in the last moment before the departure of an emigrant- ship: people have more than ever to say to one another, the hour presses, the ocean with its lonely silence waits impatiently behind all the noise-so greedy, so certain of its prey! And all, all, suppose that the past has been nothing, or a small matter, that the near future is everything: hence this haste, this crying, this self-deafening and self-overreaching! Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death! I would fain do something to make the idea of life to us to be more than friends in the sense of that sublime possibility. And so we will believe in our even a hundred times more worthy of their attention.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science: With a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of Songs

“I opened my eyes and saw the real world, and I began to laugh, and i haven't stopped since.”
― søren kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life

“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, and yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.”
― Frédéric Chopin

“Many a time the thought returns to me:
What sad conditions Love on me bestows!
And moved by Pity I say frequently:
'Can there be anyone who my state knows?'
For Love takes hold of me so suddenly
My vital spirits I am near to lose.
One only of them all survives in me,
Staying to speak of you, as Love allows.
To aid me then my forces I renew
And pallid, all my courage drained long since,
I come to you to remedy my plight;
But if I raise my eyes to look at you
So vast a tremor in my heart begins
My beating pulses put my soul to flight.”
― Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I have no words–alas!–to tell
The loveliness of loving well!”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Collected Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

“When I was young and filled with folly, I fell in love with melancholy”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

“It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.”
― Albert Camus

“It would take patience to wait for the Last Judgement. But that's it, we're in a hurry.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
― Groucho Marx

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“To die will be an awfully big adventure.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan