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Failure to love is almost like murder.

Boris Pasternak

Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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Best Complication Expression Lyrics Poetry Possible Value
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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Arms Beautiful Bold Draw Fall Gift Goodness Togetherness Yourself
The unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
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Compassionate Feeling Object Ourselves Strong Victim
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Born Life Live Man Preparation
I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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Boredom Complication Death Impression Need
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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Enough Life Order Truth
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Conscience Embrace Fear Live
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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Art Discover Extraordinary Literature People Word
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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Moments Oneself
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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Freedom Light Myself People
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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Art Constant Creation Life Meditation Resemble

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