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Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…


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The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…


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Whatever fortune brings, don't be afraid of doing things. HERMAN…


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I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers…


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My room was white with the sun        And Love cried out to me, “I am…


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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The…


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The air is blue and keen and cold, With snow the roads and fields are…


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Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. HENRY DAVID…


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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no…


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It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is…