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What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

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There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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People Preparation Time
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
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
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
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Knowledge Yourself
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
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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Garden Memories Rose
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy
We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
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
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

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What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

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