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Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Art 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. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. ↗

— Henry Miller

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The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself. ↗

— Henry Miller

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The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. ↗

— Henry Miller

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Life is constantly providing us with new funds, new resources, even when we are reduced to immobility. In life's ledger there is no such thing as frozen assets. ↗

— Henry Miller

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One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. ↗

— Henry Miller

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