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"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
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"You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub."
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"Old and young disbelieve one another's truths."
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"A new philosophy generally means in practice the praise of some old vice."
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"I was sympathetic to virtually all groups that wanted to get away from the old system."
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"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing."
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"I think when I was two years old in the sandbox. I think I formulated my basic philosophy there, and I haven't really had to alter it very much ever since."
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"The greatest and noblest pleasure which we have in this world is to discover new truths, and the next is to shake off old prejudices."
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"In our heads we're all about 33 years old."
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"For all my criticisms of the current system, it doesn't mean that I would like to return to the old one."
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"If you don't learn to laugh at troubles, you won't have anything to laugh at when you grow old."
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"But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep."
Love
"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
Old
"Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die."
Heart
"The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear."
Fear
"The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race."
God
"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise."
Lie
"To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other."
Crime
"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
Experience
"The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?"
Love
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
Poetry
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