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Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit. Christopher Marlowe
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance T. S. Eliot
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a mortal thing so to immortalize Edmund Spenser
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What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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