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"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
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"Of two pleasures, if there be one which all or almost all who have experience of both give a decided preference, irrespective of any feeling of moral obligation to prefer it, that is the more desirable pleasure."
"There is more experience on the field of justification than on the camp of training. Sometimes, you got to take actions to learn more."
"It is not age but experience that brings wisdom."
"From their experience or from the recorded experience of others (history), men learn only what their passions and their metaphysical prejudices allow them to learn."
"I am only doing now what I have ever done; and ever will continue to do - that is adapting past experience to present reform in the light of high ideals and future objects."
"You're working on being a father, so that is something that when you experience it you'll understand the profundity of wanting to protect something dear to you."
"Life is a book. Read it. But do not forget to write yours."
"Experience which was once claimed by the aged is now claimed exclusively by the young."
"I am already inherently full and complete as I am. Man doesn't need woman and woman doesn't need man in order to experience his or her inherent fullness."
"No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be, the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination."
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"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
"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."
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"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."
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