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New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

Robert Graves

For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine processes of thought and leaps straight from problem to answer.
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Aware Cutting Day Habitual Intuition Overcome Power Routine
Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.
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Animal Aware Bird Book Breed Cat Children Dog Fact Kid Knowledge Universal
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.
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Bird Daughter Emotion Father Forget Life Memories Sing
The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.
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The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
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I have done many impious things–no great ruler can do otherwise. I have put the good of the Empire before all human considerations. To keep the Empire free from factions I have had to commit many crimes.
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Crime Done Empire Empires Equality Great Kingdom Ruler Slave Story
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave ‘s narrowness, though not its peace.
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Art Calm Dark Happiness Knowledge Positive Shine Smile Space Top
I believe that every English poet should read the English classics, master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them, travel abroad, experience the horrors of sordid passion, and – if he is lucky enough – know the love of an honest woman.
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Beautiful Believe Impress Impressive Passion Poet Poetry Result Saying Simplicity Try
To recommend a monarchy on account of the prosperity it gives the provinces seems to me like recommending that a man should have liberty to treat his children as slaves, if at the same time he treats his slaves with reasonable consideration.
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Himself Liberty Man Monarch Prosperity Reason Recommend Time Treat
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
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Burn Case Custom Murder
Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.
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Easy Family Funny Life Marriage Precious Time Together Trust Witty World
I was thinking, “So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I’ll be able to make people read my books now.
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Book Energy Innovation Mind People Positive Secrecy Solitude Soul Think Thinking
There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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Famous Writer Mission One Liner Personal Rare Reveal Secret Writing
Before an attack, the platoon pools all its available cash and the survivors divide it up afterwards. Those who are killed can’t complain, the wounded would have given far more than that to escape as they have, and the unwounded regard the money as a consolation prize for still being here.
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Complaining Emotion Hero Legend Life Power Risk Strong Survivor War
Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.
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Emergency Mixture Narcotic Poetry Ring Universal
A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure.
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Cure Dispensary Medicine Mental Prevention

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

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