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"Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hair growth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet wine grapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring."
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"Life is a flowing river. We came from earth and water. We will go back there after the magic of life."
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"Clear skies do not promise rain."
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"Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life."
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"Every flower returns to sleep with the earth."
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"Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts."
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"A puddle repeats infinity, and is full of light; nevertheless, if analyzed objectively, a puddle is a piece of dirty water spread very thin on mud."
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"I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists..."
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"When I am in nature, my heart dances with butterflies and sings along with flowers."
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"A planet without birds is a planet without angels!"
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"If the rowan's roots are shallow, it bears no crown."
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"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home."
Home
"Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment."
Religion
"And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday."
Emotion
"Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!"
Literature
"When I die Dublin will be written in my heart."
Heart
"There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being."
Church
"The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you."
Man
"He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible."
World
"Nations have their ego, just like individuals."
Ego
"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand-that is art."
Art
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