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"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
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"My heart is aching for the people of Nice, Italy. I am so sad that I have no words to express my frustration."
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"While we tediously check our weaponry before entering into battle, do we check our hearts? For without exception, that is the greatest weapon of all."
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"Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another."
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"Your heart is your temple."
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"As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled."
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"Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know."
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"I'll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell... their heart's in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ."
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"My home is my heart. I am wandering through the way of love."
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"Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use."
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"The intellect is always fooled by the heart."
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"The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race."
God
"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
Heart
"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
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"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise."
Lie
"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
Experience
"To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other."
Crime
"But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep."
Love
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
Poetry
"The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?"
Love
"The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear."
Fear
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