All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.
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Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
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Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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For the sake of research, the big picture and definitive conclusions, one would have to transcend time, in which everything scurries and whirls.
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I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.
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I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life's wisdom.
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Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold.
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