This many-headed monster, Multitude.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

Silence does not always mark wisdom.

And in today already walks tomorrow.

The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

Detachment is the ultimate pleasure.

I drink to keep body and soul apart.

Poetry is a big space and I love it.

Spiritual matters should be private.

White Americans have a short memory.

I look more Indian when I'm serious.

Do not make gods in your own images.

End with an image and don't explain.

The heart is an organ of perception.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

And I, love, am a pathological liar.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

Like a cat I have nine times to die.

How many different deaths I can die?

A mind too active is no mind at all.

I learn by going where I have to go.

The soul has many motions, body one.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

A flatterer is the shadow of a fool.

Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go.

...Wild to hold, though I seem tame.

Opposition is the very spur of love.

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

History is a heavy thing everywhere.

When we love there is no reason why.

No religion but blasphemes a little.

I'm religiously opposed to religion.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.

When liberty returns, I will return.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

To learn to read is to light a fire.

Taste is the common sense of genius.

A poet is a world enclosed in a man.

From a single crime know the nation.

Passion and strife bow down the mind

There's a snake hidden in the grass.

He enters the port with a full sail.

As long as I love Beauty I am young.

Next to love is the desire for love.

How red the rose that is the soldier

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

Produce great men, the rest follows.

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