Whenever You Find Yourself On The Side Of The Majority, Its Time To Pause And Reflect.
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.”
— Mark Twain, Mark Twain’s Notebook
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Success
by Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear!
im inside the songs peeling apart the layers n eating them
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— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)



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