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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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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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Better Come Fail Last Proportion Resource Thing
Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
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Depth Let Meaning Pull Sunlight Thought Understand Yourself
It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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Choose Difficult Insult Ladylike Least Myself Right
It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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Betraying Between Chosen Country Friend Gut Hope
But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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Body Deeper Inscrutable Secret Soul
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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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Else Hang Information Itself Nothing Poem Point Something Together True
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Back Come May You
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Beauty Close Connection Nonsense
So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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Away Certainty Country Men People Person Run Shall
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
Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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Beautiful Indelicate Most Notice People Same Thing Time Yet
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
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Apply Faith Mental Mind Ought Possible Process Sort Starch Stiffening Straight

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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