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That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.
That undefined and mingled hum, Voice of the desert never dumb!
To be a god First I must be a god-maker: We are what we create.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment.
Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.
Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Dressed in the lion's skin, the ass spread terror far and wide.
Every flatterer lives at the expense of him who listens to him.
Le geai pare des plumes du paon. A bluejay in peacock feathers.
Keep growing. Stay awake. Beware of gurus. Keep a low overhead.
Habit is altogether too arbitrary a master for me to submit to.
The loss of taste for what is right is loss of all right taste.
Expecting rain, the profile of a day Wears its soul like a hat.
Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources.
Lord, reserve for me a crown, And do not let my shares go down.
Approval of what is approved of Is as false as a well-kept vow.
Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.
. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
The grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead.
Don't be too eager to grow up. It ain't as much fun as it looks
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
I've done bad things with relish, and good things with pickles.
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.