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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes...

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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes...

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs...

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs...

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon...

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon...

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

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Nothing happens unless first a dream.

It is necessary...for a man to go away by himself...to sit on a rock...and ask,...

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It is necessary...for a man to go away by himself...to sit on a rock...and ask,...

Life is like an onion; you peel one layer off at a time and sometimes...

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Life is like an onion; you peel one layer off at a time and sometimes...

Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes...

Life is like an onion; you peel off one layer at a time and sometimes...

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and...

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and...

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never...

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never...

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after...

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after...

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in...

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in...

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.