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Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
My writing is a picture of the mind moving.
May be refined, and join the angelic train.
Law, the king of all mortals and immortals.
Curled up in bed, I’m young in the old way.
Think... of the world you carry within you.
All professions are... filled with demands.
Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
If wishes were stories, beggars would read.
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
I make a discovery in a poem as I write it.
Since to be loved endures, To love is wise.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Everything seems an echo of something else.
The past is always a rebuke to the present.
We are the prisoners of history. Or are we?
When I had no roof I made audacity my roof.
The grave Is but the threshold of eternity.
Few have all they need, none all they wish.
Design is where science and art break even.
Whoever acts with respect will get respect.
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.
Fasting is the first principle of medicine.
If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.
We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces.
Either give me more wine or leave me alone.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
All we really want is love's confusing joy.
Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
In times of distress strengthen your heart.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
What comes from the heart goes to the heart
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.