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Imagining something is better than remembering something. in tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood. for she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her: the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels. she had read any number of them, from fielding to thomas mann. they not only offered her the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. it had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. it differentiated her from the others. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. it seems that whatever goes into my mouth makes me fat, just as whatever comes out of it embarrasses me. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. spending time is inevitable. you're going to spend your time doing something. it might as well be something you want to do. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. adversity is like a strong wind. i don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. you're all i notice in a crowded room. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other..
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