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Art Is A Kind Of Artificial Memory And The Pain Which Attends All Serious Art Is A Sense Of That Factitiousness.

Not To Have Been Born Is Undoubtedly Best, But Sound Sleep Is Second Best.

The Absolute Yearning Of One Human Body For Another Particular Body And Its Indifference To Substitutes Is One Of Life's Major Mysteries.

Happiness Is A Matter Of One's Most Ordinary Everyday Mode Of Consciousness Being Busy And Lively And Unconcerned With Self.

I Daresay Anything Can Be Made Holy By Being Sincerely Worshipped.