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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Knowledge Yourself
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Communication Poetry Understand
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking

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