T.

Wherever a man goes, men will pursure and paw him with their dirthy institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate odd-fellow society.

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The better part of a man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost.

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What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

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A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work.

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What old people say
you cannot do
you try and find
that you can

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Poetry cannot breathe in the scholar's atmosphere.