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We Stood Up And Bade Each Other Farewell, But Love And Despair Stood Between Us Like Two Ghosts, One Stretching His Wings With His Fingers Over Our Throats, One Weeping And The Other Laughing Hideously. As I Took Selma's Hand And Put It To My Lips, She Came Close To Me And Placed A Kiss On My Forehead, Then Dropped On The Wooden Bench. She Shut Her Eyes And Whispered Softly, "oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings!

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We Stood Up And Bade Each Other Farewell, But Love And Despair Stood Between Us Like Two Ghosts, One Stretching His Wings With His Fingers Over Our Throats, One Weeping And The Other Laughing Hideously. As I Took Selma's Hand And Put It To My Lips, She Came Close To Me And Placed A Kiss On My Forehead, Then Dropped On The Wooden Bench. She Shut Her Eyes And Whispered Softly, "oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings!

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Friendship Is Always A Sweet Responsibility, Never An Opportunity.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.

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For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

A Shy Failure Is Nobler Than An Immodest Success.

When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not To Rise Above Human Weakness And Misery And Lead Your Fellow Man On The Right Path, You Are Indeed A Man Of Little Worth And Will Remain Such Till Judgment Day.

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.

Yet Has Not Man Wept At The Sounds? And Are Not His Tears Eloquent Understanding?

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The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

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If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.

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Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

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Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

That Deepest Thing, That Recognition, That Knowledge, That Sense Of Kinship Began The First Time I Saw You,and It Is The Same Now - Only A Thousand Times Deeper And Tenderer. I Shall Love You To Eternity. I Loved You Long Before We Met In This Flesh. I Knew That When I First Saw You. It Was Destiny. We Are Together Like This And Nothing Can Shake Us Apart.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

My Brothers, Seek Counsel Of One Another, For Therein Lies The Way Out Of Error And Futile Repentance. The Wisdom Of The Many Is Your Shield Against Tyranny. For When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.

All You Have Shall Some Day Be Given. Therefore Give Now, That The Season Of Giving May Be Yours And Not Your Inheritors.

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness; But We Flee From Her In Fear, Or Hide In The Darkness; Or Else Pursue Her, To Do Evil In Her Name.

Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

A Truth Is To Be Known Always, To Be Uttered Sometimes.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

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