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Companions For the Tea Table

An unexamined life is not worth living.
— Socrates at his trial, before his suicide
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"No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity."

Edith Wharton

 
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you want to live - but do you know how to live? you are scared of dying - and, tell me, is the kind of life you lead really any diffrent from being dead?

Seneca

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Sadly, I part from you;

Like a clam torn from its shell,

I go, and autumn too.

Matsuo Bashō

 
 
One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
— William Faulkner
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Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaf, which is blown and is turning around through the air, and wavers, and tumbles to the ground. But others, a few, are like stars, they go on a fixed course, no wind reaches them, in themselves they have their law and their course.

Herman Hesse

 
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my dictator says that power is "a lively saturday"; he never finds out what kind of power he has; he fights for it every day; and toward the end, he says, "damn it: the problem with this country is that nobody's every paid any attention to me."

El Gabo

 
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Remember that nobody accepts randomness in his own success only his failure.

Nassim Taleb

 
Didion Tea

most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception. the tricks that work on others count for nothing in that very well-lit back alley where one keeps assignations with oneself: no winning smiles will do here, no prettily drawn lists of good intentions.

Joan Didion

 
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We are all exceptional cases. We all want to appeal against something! Each of us insists on being innocent at all cost, even if he has to accuse the whole human race and heaven itself.

Albert Camus

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In the other room, rateau was looking at the canvas. it was entirely blank, though in the center jonas had written in very small characters one word, which could be deciphered, but it was hard to tell whether it should be read as independent or interdependent.

Albert Camus