But what physician has not had patients who don't make any sense at all? To tell the truth, … - Walker Percy

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The world hath failed to impart the joy our youth forebodes; failed to fill up the void which in our breasts we bear.

Walker Percy

But what physician has not had patients who don't make any sense at all? To tell the truth, they're our stock-in-trade. We talk and write about the ones we can make sense of.

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You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

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How did it happen that now he could see everything so clearly. Something had given him leave to live in the present. Not once in his entire life had he come to rest in the quiet center of himself but had forever cast himself from some dark past he could not remember to a future that did not exist. Not once had he been present for his life. So his life had passed like a dream. Is it possible for people to miss their lives the way one can miss a plane?

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To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

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In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

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We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

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