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The real lie is the one where words coincide with thoughts, but the thought contradicts the deeper truth within us; when our soul is ambivalent within itself and believes what it knows it does not actually believe.
Bir davette Yunan şairinin şu cümlesi söylendi: "En iyisi hiç doğmamış olmak." Bunun üzerine bir Berlinli şöyle dedi: "Ama ne kadar az insana nasip olur bu!"
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Despite all the clumsiness, all the clumsiness, all the makeshiftness of our movements, we can draw such lines that the inadequacy of our general appearance is not reflected in those delicate and light traces. Can we do this with our feet alone? Couldn't it be upwards? While we stagger in a confused and unbalanced manner, couldn't our soul be leaving a mark whose beauty and value are not obvious when we describe it, but would be pleasing to the eyes and heart of a god?