Quote by Jules Verne
We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was bla

We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer. – Jules Verne

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The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. – Jules Verne

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Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth. – Jules Verne

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Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone. – Germaine Greer

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Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reasons imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work. – Louis Aragon

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Unconditional war can no longer lead to unconditional victory. It can no longer serve to settle disputes… can no longer be of concern to great powers alone. – John F. Kennedy

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I have nothing to hide in art. The initial force alone can bring anyone to the end he must attain. – Paul Cezanne

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Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat. – Audre Lorde

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Disciples be damned. Its not interesting. Its only the masters that matter. Those who create. – Pablo Picasso

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Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour? – Horace

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Readers of novels. I sometimes think that I could, if put to it, pick the real readers of novels out of a crowd. They have a strangeness about the eye, almost as if there were an extra bit of lens on the cornea…. The glance of a reader shows me a soul with a different orientation to time… – Sven Birkerts (b.1951), “Notes from a Confession,” The Agni Review, No.22 (1985)

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