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States strong enough to do good are but few. Their number would seem limited to three.
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Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun.
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What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
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So dawn goes down to day/ Nothing gold can stay.
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
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Memento mori and obey the Lord. Art and religion love the somber chord.
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What you want, what you're hanging around in the world waiting for, is for something to occur to you.
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He says the best way out is always through. And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through.
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The only way out is to go through.
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I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction / A God can find in laughing at how badly / Men fumble at the possibilities...
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The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place.
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Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.
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You can't trust God to be unmerciful. There you have the beginning of all wisdom.
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The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.
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Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.
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But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
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To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
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Create and stir other people to create.
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It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.
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I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.
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The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
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I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.
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All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.