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The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
My concern is always that I can do justice to what I see and hear.
No, I didn't become disenchanted. I just couldn't paint like them.
Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.
A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.
Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you.
I care not a jot for immortal life, but only for the taste of tea.
The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)
Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain.
When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.
The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.
Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.
For the span of my memory, this has been a city of opposing wills.
But Fortune, who never forgets her duty, turns her wheel suddenly.
Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.
The world needs awakened souls the way a body needs healthy cells.
If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from.
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
I got saved by poetry. And I got saved by the beauty of the world.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
I let my narrative embroidering impulses take over in prose poems.
Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Sad things happen. They do. But we don't need to live sad forever.
A lot of people use the dictionary to find out how to spell words.
Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen
Writing has always been the primary way I make sense of the world.
Do not pretend - be. Do not promise - act. Do not dream - realize.
However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.
Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.
However big the fool, there is always a bigger fool to admire him.
I have an idea that all sensible people will ultimately be damned.
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.
I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.
Beauty, if you do not open your doors, takes age from lack of use.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Good-bye to the lies of the poets. [Lat., Valeant mendacia vatum.]
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
There are as many characters in men As there are shapes in nature.