repetition

Truth is unoriginal.

Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

The more you get set into your own world, the smaller your world becomes.

Thoughts repeated over time, no matter how incorrect, become consolidated in our minds as beliefs because we__e repeatedly affirmed them over and over again.

An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does the truth become error because nobody will see it. 1924-1926)

As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.

The human comedy is always tragic, but since its ingredients are always the same__upe, fox, straight, like burlesque skits__he repetition through the ages is comedy.

All of us know history repeats itself, but mighty few of us recognize the repetition until too late.

A bird flashed across the empty sky. A cart immobile on the horizon, like a midday star. How could a plain like this be remade? Yet someone would, no doubt, attempt to repeat their journey, sooner or later. This thought made them feel they should bet at once very careful and very daring: careful not to make a mistake that would render the repetition impossible; daring, so that the journey would be worth repeating, like an adventure.

The extent of creativity to which I admire in an individual is his ability to be richly creative while still, in a way, telling the truth. It is the fool who creates only his own lies, and the bore who simply repeats what he is told.

By constant practices, deliberate repetitions and uninterrupted exercises, leaders go from zero to hero. They don't quit.

Beauty is seen in repetition; keep repeating your beauty even if your beauty is not all that beautiful, you shall still leave a mark and there shall come a moment when the beauty will be seen

I am not convinced within myself that to its core and as a whole, humanity has, as some like to assume, progressed a great deal over the millennia. Human technology? Of course. Human beings? Hardly.

You don__ become a good writer overnight. It takes persistence and repetition to gain mastery.

So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...

Screaming and repeating lies makes them neither true nor more believable.

Actively repeating a lie or denial does not make it true.

There is no shortcut for hard work that leads to effectiveness. You must stay disciplined because most of the work is behind the scenes.