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““Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.”

— Henry Miller, from Sexus, volume one of The Rosy Crucifixion (Grove Press, 1965)

#fragments#henry miller
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