Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

In New York you've got to have all the luck.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

The best things carried to excess are wrong.

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.

When you love someone you love him as he is.

It is hard to notice age in those who dream.

All forms of landscape are autobiographical.

God is with us, not beyond us, in suffering.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

The best manners are stained by haughtiness.

Are all men in disguise except those crying?

The secret of getting things done is to act!

From there we came outside and saw the stars

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

Poetry must be as new as foam & old as rock.

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.

The threat of world's end is the old threat.

I think young writers ought to be heretical.

May the suffering of all beings be pacified.

I have always loved too much, or not enough.

Scratch an actor and you'll find an actress.

I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

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

The person of wisdom is the person of years.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.

They only babble who practise not reflection

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.

Ostentation is the signal flag of hypocrisy.

The thing that is incredible is life itself.

Life is always struggle with eternal forces.

I work with patience, which is almost power.

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

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