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"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
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"Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? - why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections - an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places - which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place."
"Sometimes people think the old days were better than today. Even though life was simpler and slower, it was not necessarily easier."
"I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago."
"Whenever you are transplanted, like me, you will understand how very delightful it is to meet with anything at all like what one has left behind."
"I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old...drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.I used to be a poet and my words were gold."
"And my grandmother had bought them in preference to other books, just as she would have preferred to take a house that had a gothic dovecot, or some other such piece of antiquity as would have a pleasant effect on the mind, filling it with a nostalgic longing for impossible journeys through the realms of time."
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"Wild Nights " Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile " the winds "To a heart in port "Done with the compass "Done with the chart!Rowing in Eden "Ah, the sea!Might I moor " Tonight "In thee!"
"There is a pain " so utter " It swallows substance up " Then covers the Abyss with Trance " So Memory can step Around " across " opon it " As one within a Swoon " Goes safely " where an open eye " Would drop Him " Bone by Bone."
"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."
"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think."
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