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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
Taste and good-nature are universally connected.
Taste is pursued at a less expense than fashion.
Art is for all — and the greatest art proves it.
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
For all things are less dreadful than they seem.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
Justice is the sanction of established injustice.
My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.
A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds.
Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.
The true smoker abstains from imitating Vesuvius.
Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.
I know that human beings are capable of anything.
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.
All publicity is good, except an obituary notice.
What can I do to become more like my Ideal Image?
there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.
My prose is turgid, it just hasn't got any energy
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.
I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist.
If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.