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The literature of the inner life is very largely a record of struggle with the inordinate passions of the social self. ↗

— Charles Horton Cooley

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Now all the knowledge and wisdom that is in creatures, whether angels or men, is nothing else but a participation of that one eternal, immutable and increased wisdom of God. ↗

— Ralph Cudworth

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And, strangely, this one of the few things in life that the third, the latter, the buy with our eyes closed has actually done better than everybody else. ↗

— Jim Cramer

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I came to Los Angeles for the first time in 1994. I spoke no English. I only knew how to say two sentences: 'How are you?' and 'I want to work with Johnny Depp.' ↗

— Penelope Cruz

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The silver and black may have another home, but the Raiders will always belong to the people of Los Angeles. ↗

— Ice Cube

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I feel safe in white because deep down inside, I'm an angel. ↗

— Puff Daddy

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War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums. ↗

— Rebecca Harding Davis

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Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

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Beauty and art, no doubt, pervade all business of life like a kindly genius, and form the bright adornment of all our surroundings, both mental and material, soothing the sadness of our condition and the embarrassments of real life, killing time in entertaining fashion, and where there’s nothing to be achieved, occupying the place of what is vicious, better, at any rate, than vice. ↗

— Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ↗

— George Eliot

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