“I love him whose soul squanders itself, who wants no thanks and returns none: for he always gives away and does not want to preserve himself.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche

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“The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
— Gertrude Stein
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
— John Steinbeck