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Robert Frost

"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat."

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"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat."

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Vera Miles

"The condition you're in at this moment is the product of your previous thoughts, to change your condition, change your thoughts."

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"Embrace the sacredness of a new day."

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"I know what I want. I will chase to it."

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Vera Miles

"A generous heart filled with gratitude is a magnet for abundance."

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"When life gives you pain, give life your unconditional love."

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Vera Miles

"Doing what you love is a sacred life."

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"You, your thoughts, and your imagination control the doorway to happiness. Service to the humanity is key to that doorway."

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"One aged man - one man - can't fill a house."
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"And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
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"The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive."
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"I had a lovers quarrel with the world."
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"A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone."
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"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice."
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"It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married."
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"I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way."
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"GATHERING LEAVESSpades take up leavesNo better than spoons,And bags full of leavesAre light as balloons.I make a great noiseOf rustling all dayLike rabbit and deerRunning away.But the mountains I raiseElude my embrace,Flowing over my armsAnd into my face.I may load and unloadAgain and againTill I fill the whole shed,And what have I then?Next to nothing for weight,And since they grew dullerFrom contact with earth,Next to nothing for color.Next to nothing for use.But a crop is a crop,And who's to say whereThe harvest shall stop?"
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"I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his keys.And of course there must be something wrongIn waiting to silence any song."
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