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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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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Myself Photograph Suffering
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
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
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
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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Book Enough People Reading
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
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
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Knowledge Life Live Lost Wisdom
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
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
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 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

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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