Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
About the time we can make the ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
When ambition ends, happiness begins.
Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
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