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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

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His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past...more

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You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to l...more

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Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that h...more

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A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange an...more

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and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

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He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him. ...more

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You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour t...more

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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?