I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.

Desire can blind us to the hazards of our enterprises.

To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.

The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.

To have character is to be big enough to take life on.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine

I read Rumi, the 13th-century Persian poet, every day.

Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.

An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.

How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.

Year's end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling

Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming

And we forget because we must and not because we will.

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!

Art is a game. Too bad for him who makes a duty of it.

We are all trying to get the exact style of ouuselves.

Tradition remains alive only when we struggle with it.

This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off.

The history of every individual man should be a Bible.

A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.

Man is a victim of dope in the incurable form of hope.

Luck affects everything; let your hook always be cast.

He who has lived obscurely and quietly has lived well.

Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

The gift derives its value from the rank of the giver.

Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer.

Everyone's a millionaire where promises are concerned.

Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.

in the air, there your root remains, there, in the air

The two heart-grey puddles: two mouthsfull of silence.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.

We need to wake up from a thought that lasts too long.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.

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