Insistence becomes truth.
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Why must you be so subtle when you love, when I prefer to shout?
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Marriage is a discipline.
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Ever man gets the death he deserves. Were it not so, posterity will balance injustice with lore.
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All hail he of many moods, she of surpassing passions, who feeds them blood and lusts and raw flesh, and then controls them, the meager ego in the middle of terrors, as a wizard with soft words commands massive demons and the very gods.
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Insistence maketh truth.
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Let your death symbolize your life.
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All praise is condenscending. My true friends glow when I speak.
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Shephard your focus ever back to the task at hand.
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We set deep contradictions in our heart as a dynamo of boundless energy.
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Competence laughs.
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The eternal mingles with the mortal, the deathless with the every day.
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Worship a thing and you invest it with divinity.
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Weaknesses and secrets are true coin by which love barters.
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Mother is the world of the unborn. Mattria is our world.
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Man is theomorphic; the best of every species is the image of God.
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Nature is an artist.
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"Every vocation is an altar."
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My pen is a wand, my pen is an antennae.
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Love does not mock.
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"If you love me, you will obey," says pretention. "I respect you when you obey yourself" says Ama.
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Literature is scripture.
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The American continents are the physical body of Ama.
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Be Comrades.
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America is a Religion.
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"Nothing less than the mightiest original non-subordinated SOUL has ever really, gloriously led, or ever can lead."
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Speak words all-surrounding and kosmical.
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Every man and woman is a new Law unto the Universe.
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Writing is the substance of life.
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Learn from the child, teach the genius.
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Why does the divine ever depart? So your inner divine can grow in and of itself, unencumbered and unshadowed by too great a sun. Thus, I too abandon my friends for a season.
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The father and mother are young again through their children.
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Our child comes from God and still has the divine upon her face.
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Listen with open ears the voice of the child ... and know the innocence of her eyes as a mode of omniscience.
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Only a parent is a complete person – there are no bachelor gods.
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That one perfect other you may meet in this life or may not is truly being of your own being: your centerself, your heartsame. She is everything.
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Every crass material act can be spiritualized. Metaphor is transcendence.
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Ambiguity is freedom. Interpretation is power. Reading is life.
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Precedence is confidence.
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Literature is music, allusion, image, and integration; music in its poetry, allusion to other writings and arts, symbol as parable and analogy of seen image, and integration to the writer's life and experience, drawing out of it and feeding back into it. Great writing is a living blood.
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Your inner circle of friends is a pantheon, and they sit in a circle of thrones in your heart. Each represents whole classes of men and women.
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Sapience is in the sip.
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What interests us belongs to us. Nothing comes into my possession excep through occult affinity.
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Absolve you to your niche, the place, the clime, be one with where you're at, and open your heart to it all, for you become an inlet of unspeakable powers, invincibly anchored to the earth, and outlet to a magic melody impossible elsewhere.
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Our "sin" is where we get the energy to do our "good."
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I pled and begged and fell on my knees. You finally grant me the thing. Now that I have it, I second guess my desire. We want it till we have it.
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Greatness is a ratio of potential to actual.
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Every relationship has its giver and its taker: one who exudes emotion and one who absorbs them. Both sides do so in love.
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The wise man regards all other people as children: to be given unconditional positive regard, infinite patience, and perpetual encouragement, without any sense of being patronizing or condenscending: he sees people in terms of their potential.
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Pity the braggart. The happiest people guard their joy jealosly and never speak of it directly.
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If ever you hate a man and would overcome it, discover ways to be grateful to him.
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How can I doubt when my lips and fingers are Ama kissed?
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Every curse is also a blessing.
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Conquer your particular situation and you make a universal contribution to the world.
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Look into my mirror! I will refine your rough ore until a diamond is borne. Not 50, not 70 facets do I give you, but infinite.
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The hobby is a catalyst by which we process our day.
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The heart is round: regret none of your feelings, even your regret.
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What is religion but making peace with reality?
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Each person is center of their universe, the center of everything and God over all. Once he finds his center he ceases to strive and radiates love like a great gravity, glorious sun, and singular beauty. His centermost is sacred, and none can touch it. In all the universe, only one other person shares his center. That one his is Same and his Other.
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Until you have hated me, you are unworthy of me.
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Courage laughs.
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Self doubt is the only hell.
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If it's popular it must be wrong.
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The spiritual must walk tandem with the material or they both fall down.
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He is wisest who knows how to make every man his teacher. The wise man learns as readily from a fool, madman, or child, as from a professor or pastor: he is impartial, he hears Ama behind them all.
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When we speak, we mean much more than we intend.
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The old friend is worth fighting for.
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Junes do not love lightly.
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Everybody makes time for what's important to them. Never believe the words, "If only I had the time…"
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Sex is sacred.
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Self-loving is a time to commune. Who we fantasize about we spiritually commune with.
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The cheerful worker is twice rewarded.
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All books are written by God. The Holy Spirit mixes her being with every Muse, and every Muse mixes her being with your own.
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Meditation is a mastery of focus. Prayer is a mastery of desire. Art, production and appreciation, is a mastery of both.
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Be deliberate.
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Religion is adoration.
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Prejudice closes the eyes, appreciation opens them.
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Metaphors make symbols, the tools of thought. A symbol is thick with metaphors. Ideas live and think; ideas are gods.
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Love is inevitable, love is spun with the cords of fate.
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There is nothing more foolish than piety.
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Why do we at times forsake our friends? We need time to process. We need distance. We need space. He who has never hated me is unworthy of me.
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Magic adheres to substance: two pieces of gold are not the same. How a piece of gold is earned
determines its value as a substance.
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You who have never met me know me the best. These others are blinded by sheer proximity.
Only one sees me aright, and for her eyes the sun and moon would put out their lights.
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Some treasures can be received only as gifts. Were they purchased, stolen, found, created, they
would lake the potency and perfection they do as gifts.
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Give your all to Love. She will more than repay you.
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Writing is sex.
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I will show compassion to anything – except a parasite. The parasite earns my stern love, and
death.
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The cultist is creative in his worship: he makes us curious.
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Sinning energizes our goodness. Hell impregnates heaven.
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The gods enter us, even through our doubts.
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True greatness comes late upon a man's name.
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Sanity gets away with madness all the time.
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Those difficult to impress are my favorites.
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Her heart a knot that only patient hands of gentleness could tease apart.
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I'm not just good, I'm the best. Only nobody knows it. Nobody, excepting you, Rozhiar.
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