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Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
The eye must be easy, before it can be pleased.
Immoderate assurance is perfect licentiousness.
The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone
How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
Lighting one candle from another - Winter night
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.
Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
The man that loves and laughs must sure do well.
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
Others can measure their visions by what we see.
The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity.
It is by acts and not by ideas that people live.
Even a painful longing is some form of presence.
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers.
... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.
I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...
... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring.
Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.
There is no way; we make the road by walking it.
Every great artist has the sense of provocation.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
There must be engagement: there must be protest.
Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.
He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
Little changes are the enemies of great changes.
People who understand everything get no stories.
It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.