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"There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it."
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Personal Development
"Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all."
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Personal Development
"A lie has no leg, but a scandal has wings."
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Personal Development
"The most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception."
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"Sanity is a cozy lie."
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Personal Development
"They always say that jazz doesn't sell, but it's a lie, because it does sell, and it sells consistently year in and year out."
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Personal Development
"I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms."
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Personal Development
"There is no point in asking a man a question until you have established whether he has any reason to lie to you."
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"I keep reading between the lies."
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"A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically."
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"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
"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
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name."
Poetry
"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique."
Experience
"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
"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise."
Lie
"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
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