Each of us suffers with envy/for the forgiven.

How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

He writes nothing whose writings are not read.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.

Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

I study nature so as not to do foolish things.

Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

God serves the choosy. They know what to want.

Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.

Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

Better sit still, than rise to meet the devil.

The responsibility to nightmare is to wake up.

My religion is to live and die without regret.

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

Easter's nearly here, now - Sing, world, sing!

The hands are churches that worship the world.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

The greatest fools are oft the most satisfied.

Gold lends a touch of beauty even to the ugly.

Man is lyrical, woman epic, marriage dramatic.

When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.

One thing about the past. It's likely to last.

If you would marry suitably, marry your equal.

Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.

Be bold, take courage... and be strong of soul

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

Forbear to lay the guilt of a few on the many.

Diseases of the mind impair the bodily powers.

When disposition wins us, the features please.

Nothing is more powerful than custom or habit.

A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage.

Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation.

What follows I flee; what flees I ever pursue.

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown.

Science is a collection of successful recipes.

We must always apologize for talking painting.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man.

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.

We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.

Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.

If any man thinks to swindle God, he is wrong.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

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