Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.

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Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.

Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.

In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar but in a city with its blaze of light

In the country, the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers biding its time.

If you don't change your beliefs your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

If you don't change your beliefs your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

A man marries to have a home but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that

A man marries to have a home, but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing.

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    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

    We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future.

    We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. 

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