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Are there not books that can make us live more in one single hour than life can make us live in a score of shameful years?

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

The aim of love is to love: no more, and no less.

But what is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means? Anybody can say charming things and try to please and to flatter, but a true friend always says unpleasant things, and does not mind giving pain. Indeed, if he is a really true friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he is doing good.

Bad art is a great deal worse than no art at all.