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Memoirs: the backstairs of history.


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The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.



Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.



A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.



There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.



Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.



Caricature is rough truth.

Caricature is rough truth.



Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.



Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.



We are betrayed by what is false within

We are betrayed by what is false within






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Though people are laughing at the dirt surrounding you, they are missing to see the seeds also planted, growing silently within.

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I also believe that member states of the United Nations should live up their obligations to pay their dues.



My writing is done in railroad yards while waiting for a freight, in the fields while waiting for a truck, and at noon after lunch. Towns are too distracting.

My writing is done in railroad yards while waiting for a freight, in the fields while waiting for a truck, and at noon after lunch. Towns are too distracting.



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