I know the dark delight of being strange,/ The penalty of difference in the crowd,/ The loneliness of wisdom among fools . . .

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Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.

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Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

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Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.

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Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,/ And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,/ Stealing my breath of life, I will confess/ I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!

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