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She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.

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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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Before Creation Criticism Motto Sepak Speak Think
Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Death Destroy Idea Man Save
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Back Come May You
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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Art Believe Internal Material Object Only Opinion Order Posses Universe Work
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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Attempt Can Difficult Easy Entice Only Relation
Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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Book Describe Dull Exaggerate Interesting Life Most Nothing Obliged Talk
The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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Ago Country Destroy Grass Hundred Lane Man Network Object Poetry Reason Seek Sort Them Today Touch Year
But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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Dead Fel Long Misunderstanding Possess Really Some Sort Stuck
Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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Aziz Being Express Heart Man Many Mine Slowly Way Wink
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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Died Grief Kind Plot Queen Story
Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
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Carnal Century Embracement Fudss Made Marriage Nearer Sometimes Think Understanding
I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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Around Blood Disturb Great Men Often Produce Uniformity
The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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Belief Characteristics Curiosity Food Good Human Humanism Mind Race Taste
School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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Life Miniature Play Pretend School Time Trick Unhappiest World Worst
The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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Back Caught Cry Dammed Fell Flame Happen Hold Indignant Other Saw

She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.

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She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.

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