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"The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain."
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"Who gives you pain? Your anger, pride, illusion and greed. Where is the fault of the nature in all this?"
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"Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain."
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"I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?"
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"Don't lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time."
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"Crossing the Rubicon of absolute pain is the only journey of purpose and meaning in life."
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"Sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me ."
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"It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory."
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"Rejection is a blade to the heart. It's the worst kind of pain."
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"I'd rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones."
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"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."
Darkness
"O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
Hope
"Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay."
Government
"Fear not for the future, weep not for the past."
Fear
"Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability."
Man
"The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys."
Soul
"History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man."
History
"Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret."
Life
"There is no real wealth but the labor of man."
Wealth
"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
Poetry
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