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Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest
William Faulkner
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William Faulkner
Age: 64 †
Born: 1897
Born: September 25
Died: 1962
Died: July 6
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Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while.
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Whatever its symbol - cross or crescent or whatever - that symbol is man's reminder of his duty inside the human race.
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As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.
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An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
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I am not one of those women who can stand things.
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How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
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The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn't have needed anyone since.
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.
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It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
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Our freedom must be buttressed by a homogeny equally and unchallengeably free, no matter what color they are, so that all the other inimical forces everywhere -- systems political or religious or racial or national -- will not just respect us because we practice freedom, they will fear us because we do.
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A gentleman can live through anything.
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Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.
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