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he will prevail 0

I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one [...]

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the marvellous precipitate of desire 0

… In any case, what is delightful here is the dissimilarity itself which exists between the object wished for and the object found. This trouvaille, whether it be artistic, scientific, philosophic, or as useless as anything, is enough to undo the beauty of everything beside it. In it alone can we recognise the marvellous precipitate [...]

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who is speaking? 2

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world – a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors. To [...]

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vodka breakfast 0

The morning after my divorce from Karlie I found myself swimming in a sea of vodka and pity. I sank to the bottom as I swam with big strokes, looking for absolution that never came. A light above the spirit reminded me to breathe and when I reached the shore for air I saw you [...]

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if you have seen 0

Good reader! if you e’er have seen, When Phoebus hastens to his pillow The mermaids, with their tresses green, Dancing upon the western billow: If you have seen, at twilight dim, When the lone spirit’s vesper hymn Floats wild along the winding shore: If you have seen, through mist of eve, The fairy train their [...]

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michael epps: of beauty 0

VIRTUE is like a rich stone, best plain set; and surely virtue is best, in a body that is comely, though not of delicate features; and that hath rather dignity of presence, than beauty of aspect. Neither is it almost seen, that very beautiful persons are otherwise of great virtue; as if nature were rather [...]

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the doors of perception 0

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every [...]

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splendour of beauty 1

If in my youth I had realised that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes. What spirit is so [...]

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silence 0

Don’t think that because you haven’t heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. I am still here, like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest. Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom. Quote 1: Spike Lee Image: © Dario Salamone Quote2 : Francis Bacon

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