No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

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What I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never again romp like the mind of God.

This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”

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She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.