We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

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For I have known them all already, known them all Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

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Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.

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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

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Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

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There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

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