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Date: 1920

"The world is wide and yet it is like a home, for the fire that burns in the soul is of the same essential nature as the stars; the world and the self, the light and the fire, are sharply distinct, yet they never become permanent strangers to one another, for fire is the soul of all light and all...

— Lukács, Georg (1885-1971)

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Date: 1921

"I know what my heart is like / Since your love died: / It is like a hollow ledge / Holding a little pool / Left there by the tide, / A little tepid pool, / Drying inward from the edge."

— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)

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Date: 1921

"Locked doors in his mind were swinging wide, revealing forgotten sumptuous halls of his imagination."

— John Dos Passos (1896-1970)

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Date: 1921

"His limbs felt very heavy; his mind was permeated with dusty stagnation like the stagnation of old garrets and lumber rooms, where, among superannuated bits of machinery and cracked grimy crockery, lie heaps of broken toys."

— John Dos Passos (1896-1970)

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Date: 1922

"When the two gases previously mentioned are mixed in the presence of a filament of platinum, they form sulphurous acid. This combination takes place only if the platinum is present; nevertheless the newly formed acid contains no trace of platinum, and the platinum itself is apparently unaffected...

— Eliot, T. S. (1888-1965)

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Date: 1922

"The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together."

— Eliot, T. S. (1888-1965)

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Date: 1922

"My soul has grown deep like the rivers."

— Hughes, Langston (1902-1967))

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Date: 1922

"(he taps his brow) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

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Date: 1922

"Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as if both minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

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Date: 1922

"Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind."

— Joyce, James (1882-1941)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.