When the flower opens, the bees will come.

The essence of life is in remembering God.

Every inch of progress is won in struggle.

Art is not to throw light but to be light.

Gentle and giving-all the rest is treason.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

All work is empty save when there is love.

Women are strangers in the country of man.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.

Very few can be trusted with an education.

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

A word after a word after a word is power.

It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

I am not your justification for existence.

Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.

To identify the enemy is to free the mind.

The power of the visible is the invisible.

Egotism is usually subversive of sagacity.

I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

There never was a war that was not inward.

Whoever believes in a man is very foolish.

With, or despite our scars, we stay alive.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.

I would rather be fooled than not believe.

My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.

There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.

There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.

What quick wit is found in sudden straits!

It is folly to waste labour about trifles.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.

In the end I would rather wonder than know

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.

History - a vast Mississippi of falsehoods

Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.

It feels a long way up and down from zero.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

It's never too late to start the day over.

Drama school taught me not to be precious.

Behind me the world, ahead of me my world.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

Poetry's a thing that belongs to everyone.

Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.

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