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Tears Whenever did I ask you, my love, not to proffer me tears? What I asked you, indeed, was to proffer me not the unholy tears of manipulation, wrath or engrieved sorrow. If you must needs proffer me, I implore, tender me those sacred tears of love and remorse, of compassion and pathos!
Instant Fruitage Surely a morbid urge permeates our modern mind through and through. Out of every act must instantly blossom forth the desired fruitage! Owing to this insensate urge, man's gaze is invariably transfixed on fruitage, beneath which is smothered the sound image of the act essential. And consequently, no solid work is accomplished, nor any abiding fruitage ensured.
Penitence To err is human; but surely inhuman it is to shirk penitence incumbent on a lapse once committed.
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