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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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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Inspirational Possible Risk
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
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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Decision Time Vision Yourself
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love

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