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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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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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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This love is silent.
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The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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In my end is my beginning.
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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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