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Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.
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I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
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Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!
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He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
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We love the things we love for what they are.
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Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
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I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.
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But these are flowers that fly and all but sing: And now from having ridden out desire They lie closed over in the wind and cling Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
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There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.
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The people I am most afraid of are those who are the most afraid.
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Humor is the most engaging cowardice.
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A turning point in modern history.
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Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?
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Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
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Let's get my incantation right: "I wish I may, I wish I might" Give earth another satellite.
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Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materialism too much. Create and stir other people to create!
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But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
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Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.
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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.
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The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
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Let cloud shapes swarm, / Let chaos storm, / I wait for form.