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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time

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