We have art,’ Nietzsche said, ‘so that we shall not be destroyed by the truth.

You can't say to the spring: "Come now and last as long as possible." You can only say: "Come and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can.

She herself had grown up without any one spot of earth being dearer than another: there was no center of earth pieties, of grave endearing traditions, to which her heart could revert and from which it could draw strength for itself and tenderness for others.

Alfred believed that the real and the true were a minority that the world was bent on exterminating.

Written By Jonathan Franzen

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