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The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
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For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.
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God once declared He was true And then took the veil and withdrew....
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The artist in me cries out for design.
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The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
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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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As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.
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Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain as his mother
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If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
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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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If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
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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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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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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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Ends and beginningsthere are no such things. There are only middles.
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Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired. Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
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When clever people ask me where I get a poem, I despair.
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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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End is a gloomy word.
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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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Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
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Live and let live, believe and let believe. 'Twas said the lesser gods were only traits Of the one awful God. Just so the saints Are God's white light refracted into colors.
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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.