H. Miller – Tropic of Cancer

If now and then we encounter pages that explode, pages that wound and sear, that wring groans and tears and curses, know that they come from a man with his back up, a man whose only defenses left are his words and his words are always stronger than the lying, crushing weight of the world, stronger than all the racks and wheels which the cowardly invent to crush out the miracle of personality.

If any man ever dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown to smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.

 

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A. Gide – The Counterfeiters

What are the problems which will exercise the minds of tomorrow? It is for them that I desire to write. To provide food for curiosities still unformed, to satisfy requirements not yet defined, so that the child of today may be astonished tomorrow to find me in his path.

Quels problèmes inquiéteront demain ceux qui viennent ? C’est pour eux que je veux écrire. Fournir un aliment àdes curiosités encore indistinctes, satisfaire à des exigences qui ne sont pas encore précisées, de sorte que celuiqui n’est aujourd’hui qu’un enfant, demain s’étonne à me rencontrer sur sa route

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J. Milton – Paradise Lost

  • And that must end us; that must be our cure,

  • To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose,

  • Though full of pain, this intellectual being,

  • Those thoughts that wander through eternity,

  • To perish rather, swallowed up and lost

  • In the wide womb of uncreated night,

  • Devoid of sense and motion?

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A. Gide – Les caves du Vatican

Il m’apprit à dépenser sans tenir de comptes et sans m’inquiéter par avance si j’aurais de quoi suffire à ma fantaisie, à mon désir ou à ma fain. Il émettait en principe qu’il faut toujours satisfaire celle-ci la dernière, car (je me souviens de ses paroles) désir ou fantaisie, disait-il, sont de sollicitation fugitive, tandis que la faim toujours se retrouve et n’est que plus impérieuse pour avoir attendu plus longtemps. Il m’apprit enfin à ne pas jouir d’une chose davantage, selon qu’elle coûtait plus cher, ni moins si, par chance, elle n’avait coûté rien du tout.

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