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It's a pity they make themselves so unapproachable,' he said. 'It would be curious to know how they live on another planet, we might learn a thing or two.
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—El verdadero artista —explicó el cuadro— es siempre un hombre ignorante. Un artista que teoriza sobre su trabajo ya no es un artista sino un crítico.
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Ahora sabemos lo suficiente para saber que todavía no sabemos bastante... Pero la hora se acerca de todos modos. Usted no verá la hora. Pero, entre nosotros, ustedes los ricos, los dirigentes políticos con su juego natural de las pasiones, el patriotismo, la religión y todo lo demás han liado bastante las cosas, ¿no es verdad?
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I've never really planned my life or set out to live. I happened; things happened to me. It's so with everyone.
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I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got.
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I felt all the wretcheder for the lack of a breakfast. Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take all the manhood from a man.
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You can show black is white by argument,” said Filby, “but you will never convince me.
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No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
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The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand.
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