Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.
The best luck always happens to people who don't need it.
Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think.
Being a philosopher, I have a problem for every solution.
There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being.
The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.
Trust means you're ready to risk what you currently have.
Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.
There is hope after despair and many suns after darkness.
Stop searching here and there, the jewels are inside YOU.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.
When water is still like a mirror it can behold the Moon.
With each passing moment, a Soul sets off to find Itself.
Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.
Have patience. Everything is difficult before it is easy.
The hand of liberality is stronger than the arm of power.
All men, even the most surly are influenced by affection.
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in failure.
O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Art... reacts to or reflects the culture it springs from.
Every bush can burn if you fire it with your imagination.
I will try to disappoint you better than anyone ever has.
The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.
England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.
All emotions are the ore from which poetry may be sifted.
Beer was not made to be moralised about, but to be drunk.
Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?
High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.
When the rare chance comes, seize it To do the rare deed.
The ignorant torment themselves more than they do others.
One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.
I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case
And I am too knowledgeable now to hurt people imprecisely
Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.