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Art is long, and critics are the insects of a day.
Dangers breed fears, and fears more dangers bring.
Dangers bring fears, and fears more dangers bring.
Artists are the emotional historians of the world.
Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
Wherever there is water there is someone drowning.
There is no hierarchy in Japanese Buddhist poetry.
I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
My nature is a quagmire of unresolved confessions.
You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment.
It takes the whole church to know the whole truth.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart
A woman is a mystery to guide a wise and open man.
I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
There is a window from one heart to another heart.
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.
Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.
The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.
Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace
Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
The poet is the one who breaks through our habits.
The love of indolence is universal, or next to it.
In a way, Anglo-Saxon poetry cannot be translated.
Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.
I believe we are put here to improve civilisation.
If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.
It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.
Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
Life is the inside of a box, and we can't open it.
Never turn your back on reality. It surrounds you.
There were grammatical errors even in his silence.
What do I believe? I believe in God, if he exists.
Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.
A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.
I think continually of those who were truly great.
If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.