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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage read more
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to read more
Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.
Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].
Seek peace, and pursue it. [Prove!4:14].
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Harmony is one phase of the law whose spiritual expression is love.
Harmony is one phase of the law whose spiritual expression is love.
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the read more
When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am read more
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
