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Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword-
All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long.-
The vilest deeds like poison-weeds Bloom well in prison-air: It is only what is good in Man That wastes and withers there: Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate And the Warder is Despair-
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.-
As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have its fascinations. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular-
Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.-
It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.-
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