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The joy that isn't shared dies young.
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God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
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I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
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It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
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Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
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The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
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O yellow eye,let me be sick with your heat,let me be feverish and frowning.
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As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough. Even a small love.
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Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
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I am God, la de dah.
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In a dream you are never eighty.
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The house of my body has spoken often as you rebuild me like blocks, and promise to come visit when I'm finally adjusted on safe land, and am livable, joist to joist with storm windows and screens ...