We need experience to release what matters.

Each soul on earth is complete unto itself.

I feel that anything is possible in a poem.

Respect for the Truth is an acquired taste.

Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.

Attention without feeling is only a report.

Apparently, I've been considered a recluse.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

The basis of art is change in the universe.

The same heart beats in every human breast.

The time on either side of now stands fast.

People who cannot feel punish those who do.

With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.

We are the hurdles we leap to be ourselves.

Love is either wholly folly, or fully holy.

Solitude is an essential element of poetry.

Barn's burnt down...now I can see the moon.

The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.

Food, clothes and shelter have no politics.

The act of making poetry is an act of hope.

When there are monsters there are miracles.

The reason for much matrimony is patrimony.

Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.

Make the workmanship surpass the materials.

Happy the man who can count his sufferings.

Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.

Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless

Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken

A boar is often held by a not-so-large dog.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.

In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.

He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.

The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

You cannot be known Better than I know you.

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.

Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.

We know not what we do When we speak words.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.

Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.

We live not to ourselves, our work is life.

One thought settles a life, an immortality.

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