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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
Didn't I seize the fire of ideas and make them leap, tear, fly, sing
I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor.
Any work of art that can be understood is the product of journalism.
Slander reveals the greatest truth about the coward implementing it.
The real story is not the plot, but how the characters unfold by it.
To the degree it is efficient, a spaceship is elegant and beautiful.
Poetry is a succession of questions which the poet constantly poses.
Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.
Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.
The world is the expanding Greece and Greece is the shrinking world.
A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.
I have not learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die.
See without looking, hear without listening, breathe without asking.
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.
As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
Sleep deficit and an anemic pocketbook dictate my erratic lifestyle.
While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.
Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?
If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?
Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.
Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.