Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
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If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
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It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.
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Man is always marveling at what he has blown apart, never at what the universe has put together, and this is his limitation.
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One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.
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One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.
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Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.
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