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It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.

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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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Comfort Desire Humanity Itself Over Reach
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
Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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Equipped Impressive Inconsistency Pity Proud Same
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Adventure Occur Punctually
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
People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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Beyond Death Differ Live Nothing Nothingness Own People Shall
If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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Act Back Long Love People Really Run Some Sure Truth
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
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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Ignore Middle never Out Pull Transmute
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
Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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Go Instrument Learn Life Long Must Performance Public Violin
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
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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Alone Been Believe Curiously Intimate Ourselves Radiate Serious Something Thing Watch
The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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Kingdom Music World
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

It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.

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It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.

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