Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

Life has no friend.

I am waylaid by beauty.

My candle burns at both ends

A grave is such a quiet place.

Death devours all lovely things.

I would blossom if I were a rose.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

I love humanity but I hate people.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

Without music I should wish to die.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

What should I be but just what I am?

Longing alone is singer to the lute.

Life must go on, Though good men die.

Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

Man has never been the same since God died.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.

But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.

Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou?

I screamed, and--lo!--Infinity Came down and settled over me

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.

Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

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