The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.

Man differs more from Man, than Man from Beast.

The first duty of a man is to think for himself

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

No fruit on earth can rival the cemetery's crop

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

Fiction, on the other hand, is like swamp fire.

I don't study to know more, but to ignore less.

Travelers with naught sing in the robber's face

Even savage animals can agree among themselves.

It is peculiar to mankind to transcend mankind.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.

Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.

You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

...Men fear what they themselves have imagined.

The mask is torn off, while the reality remains

Blaze with the fire that is never extinguished.

Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

For life is only life when blessed with health.

For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.

The war to preserve the privilege of mythmaking

Every poem probably has sixty drafts behind it.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

I'd rather write about polar bears than people.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun.

Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

A civilization is always judged in its decline.

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