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“I lay down and started to feel a little depressed about prom. I refused to feel any kind of sadness over the fact that I wasn't going to prom, but I had - stupidly, embarrassingly - thought of finding Margo, and getting her to come home with me just in time for prom, like late on Saturday night, and we'd walk into the Hilton ballroom wearing jeans and ratty T-shirts, and we'd be just in time for the last dance, and we'd dance while everyone pointed at us and marveled at the return of Margo, and then we'd fox-trot the hell out of there and go get ice cream at Friendly's. So yes, like Ben, I harbored ridiculous prom fantasies. But at least I didn't say mine out loud.”

“Tutti credono di sapere la differenza tra reale e ideale. E soprattutto adesso che sono in tanti a ripetere che bisogna lasciar perdere i sentimentalismi e pensare soltanto all’interesse, tanto individuale, quanto collettivo, tanto di un solo uomo, quanto di un popolo o di una nazione. Perché, credimi, il sentimento è una guida sicura, molto più di quello che viene chiamato interesse. Un uomo può dire molto meglio ciò che sente, ciò che ama o ciò che detesta, che non ciò che davvero gli conviene. Adesso la maggior parte dei popoli europei è in balia di sanguinose contese, e c’è ancora chi si ostina a credere che a muoverli sia stata la coscienza del loro interesse. Ma io dico invece che essi non sanno qual è il loro interesse, mentre conoscono benissimo le loro passioni. E mentre credono di obbedire all’interesse, non fanno altro che obbedire alle passioni…”

“Instead of expecting an ideal world, we must learn to live in the real world. Instead of making our life miserable for the sake of others, we must learn to make our own lives joyful. We can give only what we have. If we are unhappy, we can’t make others happy. When we have no love in our heart, we can’t love anyone. You can’t gift wealth to anyone unless you earn it yourself.”

“And that's the thing, right? At a certain point, there is no escape. There is no starting over. Do you want to die alone or is it better to have someone there? Even if it's not some ideal romantic situation, it's preferable to being alone! Real love doesn't happen to everyone. It's luck! I've never had it. And I guess I never will.”

“Look, Miranda, he said, those twenty long years that lie between you and me. I've more knowledge of life than you, I've lived more and betrayed more and seen more betrayed. At your age one is bursting with ideals. You think that because I can sometimes see what's trivial and what's important in art that I ought to be more virtuous. But I don't want to be virtuous. My charm (if there is any) for you is simply frankness. And experience. Not goodness. I'm not a good man. Perhaps morally I'm younger even than you are. Can you understand that?”

“You think I’m a cynic,” Wit said. “You think I’m going to tell you that men claim to value these ideals, but secretly prefer base talents. The ability to gather coin or to charm women. Well, I am a cynic, but in this case, I actually think those scholars were honest. Their answers speak for the souls of men. In our hearts, we want to believe in—and would choose—great accomplishment and virtue. That’s why our lies, particularly to ourselves, are so beautiful.”

“Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the ideal of Beauty in the soul. If it exists in the soul, each would be the brother of everyone else and then, of course, working for each other, all would also be rich. Whereas if you give them bread, they might become enemies to each other out of boredom.”

“A photograph is but a complacent moment, frozen and lifeless, without the ability to change. But we have the ability to make change. Call it choice. Call it will. If the world has become complacent, that would mean that man, himself, has become complacent. And man, at his core and by his most glowing and ideal nature, is a being who rejects complacency. The good want the better, the better want the best, and, for the best, nothing exists that satisfies. The best among us create their own sustenance. Action is evidence of one’s soul, he concluded. He then refined his conclusion: actions exhibit one’s soul. But if that’s true, what is a world without action?”

“Yes, but I say that Nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against Nature, for she is continually bringing us back to an animal state. You may be sure that God has not put anything on this earth that is clean, pretty, elegant or accessory to our ideal; the human brain has done it.”

“The man who never weakens when things are against him will grow stronger and stronger until all things will delight to be for him. He will finally have all the strength he may desire or need. Be always strong and you will always be stronger.Picture in your mind your own best idea of what a strong, well-developed individuality would necessarily be, and then think of yourself as becoming more and more like that picture. In this connection it is well to remember that we gradually grow into the likeness of that which we think of the most. Therefore, if you have a very clear idea of a highly developed individuality, and think a great deal of that individuality with a strong, positive desire to develop such an individuality, you will gradually and surely move towards that lofty ideal.”

“What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?”

“The structural similarity of men, and their ability to be represented both as ideal, like Leonardo's Vitruvian Man, and as average. Man being the measure of all things, and therefore a sort of standard and interchangeable unit of length, breadth, intelligence, emotion. We could lay them end to end to measure the distance between the continents, the distance to the moon. We could use them to calculate the weight of weather, or to buy things at the grocery. With such an abundance of men, we could gauge anything we chose.”

“I was alone, safe in the knowledge that my body had more or less ceased to exist in the face of this catastrophe. It was only much later [...] that I realised that no catastrophe, apart from maybe a final nuclear strike, would ever be big enough to free us from this curse. That even though we're in charge of this planet, we are its ugliest inhabitants, and that our longing for our own beauty will never cease, that we will never be content with the beauty in front of us. And yet I will never forget the feeling with which I ate that chocolate, [...] in that moment it was a sin without consequences. And I never gave up on the dream that one day my body wouldn't matter anymore.”

“The only real reason that some relationships and marriages have not yet been ended is because in each case one of the partners has not yet found their ideal partner or someone they love or at least like.”

“And then all that has divided us will merge And then compassion will be wedded to power And then softness will come to a world that is harsh and unkind And then both men and women will be gentle And then both women and men will be strong And then no person will be subject to another's will And then all will be rich and free and varied And then the greed of some will give way to the needs of many And then all will share equally in the Earth's abundance And then all will care for the sick and the weak and the old And then all will nourish the young And then all will cherish life's creatures And then all will live in harmony with each other and the Earth And then everywhere will be called Eden once again.”

“Give it a little more trial, a little more risk, a little more pushing up and a little more stretching out. Stretch it more and let all your ideal length be seen. Your maximum self can only be known if you stretch hard till you can't do it any longer!”

“The sum of productive forces, capital funds and social forms of intercourse, which every individual and generation finds in existence as something given, is the real basis of what the philosophers have conceived as "substance" and "essence of man," and what they have deified and attacked: a real basis which is not in the least disturbed, in its effect and influence on the development of men, by the fact that these philosophers revolt against it as "self-consciousness" and the "Unique.”

“Los latinoamericanos, tradicionalmente, hemos tenido cierto fetichismo con respecto a las constituciones políticas y hemos incurrido reiteradamente en la falacia de creer que se puede modificar la realidad política de un país por medio de un cambio de normas en la constitución. El mal inveterado de las constituciones latinoamericanas consiste en que nunca se han cumplido por entero, ni de buena fe. Más que leyes fundamentales son proclamaciones de principios, expresiones de un ideal político puestas en el texto constitucional no para ser cumplidas estricta y rigurosamente, sino como un necesario homenaje, casi religioso, a ciertos grandes principios de una democracia ideal. Tal vez hay en ello algún rezago hereditario de la vieja tendencia, tan hispana, al nominalismo, es decir, a tomar el nombre por la cosa y a pensar que basta la proclamación de un principio para modificar una realidad social.”

“In the middle of all the world's incessant noise, her message was music, and music was a thing that I'd mostly lived my life without. In the ten years since I'd last seen Miranda she'd come to somehow stand in for all the things I didn't have in life that were thought to make us human, all the absent music and touch and sympathy; in my mind she lived a separate life apart from her real one, and there she grew more pure and perfect with each passing day . . . In my mind Miranda had become a miracle.”