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The Most Radical Division That It Is Possible To Make Of Humanity Is That Which Splits It Into Two Classes Of Creatures: Those Who Make Great Demands On Themselves, Piling Up Difficulties And Duties; And Those Who Demand Nothing Special Of Themselves, But For Whom To Live Is To Be Every Moment What They Already Are, Without Imposing On Themselves Any Effort Towards Perfection, Mere Buoys That Float On The Waves.

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The Most Radical Division

Jose Ortega Y Gasset

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The Most Radical Division That It Is Possible To Make Of Humanity Is That Which Splits It Into Two Classes Of Creatures: Those Who Make Great Demands On Themselves, Piling Up Difficulties And Duties; And Those Who Demand Nothing Special Of Themselves, But For Whom To Live Is To Be Every Moment What They Already Are, Without Imposing On Themselves Any Effort Towards Perfection, Mere Buoys That Float On The Waves.

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Exaggeration Is

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In Order To Master The Unruly Torrent Of Life The Learned Man Meditates, The Poet Quivers, And The Political Hero Erects The Fortress Of His Will.

The Choice Of A Point Of View Is The Initial Act Of A Culture.

We Need To Study The Whole Of History, Not To Fall Back Into It, But To See If We Can Escape From It.

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Whether He Be An Original Or A Plagiarist, Man Is The Novelist Of Himself.

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Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

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Tell Me To What You Pay Attention And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

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