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The artist in me cries out for design.
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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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The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.
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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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The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.
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I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
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A poet must never make a statement simply because it sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true." - W. H. Auden "A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness...It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
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God once declared He was true And then took the veil and withdrew....
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If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.
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Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain as his mother
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Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.
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The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people.
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I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.
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Freedom is slavery some poets tell us. Enslave yourself to the right leader's truth, Christ's or Karl Marx', and it will set you free.
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If one by one we counted people out.
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When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
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As a confirmed astronomer I'm always for a better sky.
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Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
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The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
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End is a gloomy word.
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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
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Ends and beginningsthere are no such things. There are only middles.
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If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
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Anything more than the truth would be too much.