My life is the highest of values, too high to give up without a fight.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?

The rule seemed to be that a great woman must either die unwed ... or find a still greater man to marry her. ... The great man, on the other hand, could marry where he liked, not being restricted to great women; indeed, it was often found sweet and commendable in him to choose a woman of no sort of greatness at all.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

Written By Henry Miller

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