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"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide.A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief." -Franz Kafka
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." -Friedrich Nietzsche
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." -Albert Camus
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"Lenore"
by Gottfried August Burger
Up rose Lenore as the red morn wore, From weary visions starting; “Art faithless, William, or, William, art dead? ‘Tis long since thy departing.” For he, with Frederick’s men of might, In fair Prague waged the uncertain fight; Nor once had he writ in the hurry of war. And sad was the true heart that sickened afar. The Empress and the King, With ceaseless quarrel tired, At length relaxed the stubborn hate Which rivalry inspired: And the martial throng, with laugh and song, Spoke of their homes as they rode along. And clank, clank, clank! came every rank. With the trumpet-sound that rose and sank. -------------------------------------------
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