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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
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Beautiful Courage Enough Life Man
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Evening Life Morning Myself
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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Greatness Learning Let Go Myself
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Fear Feeling Grief Music
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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Fear Greatness Moments Myself See
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself

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