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"I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down."
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"There are poets,there are philosophers, there are spiritualists and me. I try to foot the bill of these mighty three."
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"Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless."
"When your speaking style is clear, confident, and concise, your listeners will perceive you as such."
"Colour me with you're intentions."
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"A loud mind is greater than a loud mouth."
"What we say has conversational value, what we do has true value for life."
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"It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage..."
"Fragmentary BlueWhy make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--Though some savants make earth include the sky;And blue so far above us comes so high,It only gives our wish for blue a whet."
"They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves."
"They cannot scare me with their empty spacesBetween stars-on stars where no human race is.I have it in me so much nearer homeTo scare myself with my own desert places."
"You've got to be brave and you've got to be bold. Brave enough to take your chance on your own discrimination - what's right and what's wrong what's good and what's bad."
"More than once I should have lost my soul to radicalism if it had been the originality it was mistaken for by its young converts."
"When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the change to darkness in the sky.Murmuring something quiet in her breast,One bird begins to close a faded eye;Or overtaken too far from his nest,Hurrying low above the grove, some waifSwoops just in time to his remembered tree.At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!Now let the night be dark for all of me.Let the night be too dark for me to seeInto the future. Let what will be, be."
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