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Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Patience is the panacea; but where does it grow, or who can swallow it?
You don't need many words if you already know what you're talking about
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.
Character begins to form at the first pinch of anxiety about ourselves.
A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.
I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.
Lovers lie around in itBroken glass is found in itGrassI like that stuff
The weakness of most men they do not know how to become a stone or tree.
At a certain age you're always uncertain how other people will take you.
'A collected poems' is either a gravestone or a testimonial to survival.
I redo the body of my poem like someone who tries to cure her own wound.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.
The blest to-day is as completely so, As who began a thousand years ago.
Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
It's necessary to maintain a state of disobedience against...everything.
Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?
Editing is work, and it's hard to do while working on one's own writing.
Don't do anything to stop a woman from flying; let fate take its course.
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
Nature, in her indifference, makes no distinction between good and evil.
Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.
Poetry is the only hopeEven if you do not believe it, you have to do it.
I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
Let me learn now where Beauty is; I was born to know her mysteries . . .
There's a numbness in our culture to the continuing horrors of genocide.
Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
People are as healthy and confident as the stories they tell themselves.