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Henry Miller: top 100 quotes
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Power (n.) is not something to be possessed but, but radiated.
Reading (n.) is giving our souls a chance to luxuriate.
Reading (n.) is an act of taking one out of oneself, in other words, to become ecstatic.
Reading (n.) is worth doing even if for only one good page in a tome, for we must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.
The Jew (n.) is hated by no one more than he hates himself.
Rhythm (n.) is the basis of the art of living: This is to say that to live is to convert the give & take, ebb & flow, light & dark, life & death, good & bad, and right & wrong into the dance of life.
Restraint (n.) is ultimately fear of losing ourselves. It ignores the fact that unless we lose ourselves, there is no hope of finding ourselves.
Love (n.) is not the sort of thing that can ever perplex, qualify, reject, or demand. Rather, it is a replenishing thing, by grace of restoring unlimited circulation.
Love (n.) is unconditional surrender to and acceptance of the fact that conflict is the fundamental and perpetual state of life, and of man himself.
Love (n.) is a boogie-woogie of hormons.
Life (n.) is conflict, and man, being part of life, is himself an expression of conflict.
Life (n.) is, for most of us, one long postponement.
Life (n.) is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep, because we don't know how to let go.
Life (n.) is inextricably related to death, so man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life itself in his attempt to defeat death. To deny one is to deny the other.
Life's (n.) purpose is to make living itself an art.
Life (n.) is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.
Art (n.) teaches nothing, except the significance of life.
Art (n.) is only a means to life, the life more abundant. It merely points the way.
Art (n.) is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
Art (n.) teaches nothing, except the significance of life.
Art (n.) is the only realm where one is both master and slave at the same time.
Death (n.) is inextricably related to life, so any attempt to defeat death is inevitably also an attempt to defeat life.