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But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
