Any map of the world that does not include Utopia is not even worth glancing at. - Oscar Wilde

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It must be that people who read go on more macrocosmic and microcosmic trips – biblical god trips, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, Ulysses, Finnegan’s Wake trips. Non-readers, what do they get? (They get the munchies. )

Oscar Wilde

Any map of the world that does not include Utopia is not even worth glancing at.

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What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

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Cats are put on earth to remind us that not everything has a purpose.

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Everyone may not be good, but there's always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

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They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

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It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

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You have to fix something when it first appears.

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Actions rare and sudden do commonly proceed from fierce necessity, of else from some oblique design, which is ashamed to show itself in the public road.

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Virginia Woolf

To evade such temptations is the first duty of the poet. For as the ear is the antechamber to the soul, poetry can adulterate and destroy more surely then lust or gunpowder. The poet's, then, is the highest office of all. His words reach where others fall short. A silly song of Shakespeare's has done more for the poor and the wicked than all the preachers and philanthropists in the world.

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

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