Therewillbelinkshereoneday
The sun is but a Morning star
— Henry David Thoreau Thought is only a flash between two long nights, but this flash is everything. — Henri Poincare |
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Perhaps the workings of defiance stir Within me, -or perhaps of cold despair, Brought on when ills habitually recur, - Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air, (For even to this may change of soul refer, And with light armour we may learn to bear,) Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not The chief companion of a calmer lot. — Lord Byron |
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty — Jonas Mekas |
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Ses yeux polis sont faits de minéraux charmants — C. Baudelaire |
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Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue, Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu, Dort ; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue, Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut. — A. Rimbaud |
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Déjà quatre heures Je me suis levé neuf fois pour admirer la lune — Bashô |