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It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.

T. S. Eliot

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
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
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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Education Himself Interest Learning Ourselves Pursue
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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People Preparation Time
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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God Light One Liner Prayer
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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Book Enough People Reading
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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Greatness Learning Let Go Myself
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love

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