Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.

And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.

Poetry surprises us with what we already know.

Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.

It is wise to learn; it is God-like to create.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

You couldn't shoot a fart out of your own ass!

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

There's nothing as dear as the sight of ruins.

Healthy people are invalids who don't know it.

Be rich for yourself and poor to your friends.

Every great house is full of haughty servants.

We are too quick to imitate depraved examples.

The tongue is the worst part of a bad servant.

No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.

Who'd bear to hear the Gracchi chide sedition?

Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.

As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.

Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

Make your mind learn its way around the heart.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

Shade and light are different in every valley.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.

Delay is ever fatal to those who are prepared.

To me, writing is prayer. I pray all the time.

A fragment is not a fraction but a whole piece

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

I stand on the corner, pretending I am a tree.

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.

All fat women look the same; they all look 42.

We love what we should scorn if we were wiser.

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