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There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.
[ Acting ]
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When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
[ Military ]
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He wrapped himself in quotations -- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
[ Quotations ]
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For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.
[ Sin ]
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A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
[ Nations ]
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If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they have gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you. Except the Will which says to them; ''Hold on!''
[ Perseverance ]
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The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.
[ Christianity ]
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Never praise a sister to a sister in the hope of your compliments reaching he proper ears.
[ Praise ]
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