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A corner draft fluttered the flame, and the white fever of temptation,...  
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on de...  
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to trans...  
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw ...  
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The po...  
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will a...  
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is...  
I have been writing in spurts, bit by bit. It is incredibly difficult....  
I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by thre...  
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.  
In view of the meaning given to this honor in the community to which I...  
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can...  
Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.  
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there ...  
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the se...  
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails,...   Nature
That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my...  
The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individu...  
They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you ...  
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but th...  
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the who...  
What you don't understand is that it is possible to be an atheist, it ...  
Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our fir...  
You fall into my arms. / You are the good gift of destruction's path, ...