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Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
Teach us to care and not to care
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Care One Liner Teaching
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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Education Himself Interest Learning Ourselves Pursue
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
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
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
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
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
We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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Exploration Place Time Travel
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

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