He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.

My mind is lovely as a spruce, and I and those that love me make it mine.

It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.

Whatever we well understand we express clearly, and words flow with ease.

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

A complete need should not exist... love, life in common with loved ones?

Only the most perfect human being can design the most perfect philosophy.

The purpose of poetry is to restore to mankind the possibility to wonder.

Social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings.

Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.

The mightiest rivers lose their force when split up into several streams.

There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious purpose.

In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.

Persevere even though Hell and destruction should yawn beneath your feet.

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

My earliest poems were a way of talking to somebody. I suppose to myself.

The truly great man is as apt to forgive as his power is able to revenge.

What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living.

With our mortal minds we should seek from the gods that which becomes us.

Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.

I almost never do free writing. Unless I am forcing my students to do it.

We are all full of discourses that we only half understand and half mean.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

there is in this world no line so bad that someone won't someday copy it.

Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

Thinking is hard work. One can't bear burdens and ideas at the same time.

Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.

The hand is quicker than the eye is, but somewhat slower than the fly is.

They head the list of bad to bet on: But I insist they're worse to get on

Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,Who gives and asks no payment.

They who have steeped their soul in prayer can every anguish calmly bear.

Writing is?waiting for the word that may not be there until next Tuesday.

I think children have talent and insight, but it gets beaten out of them.

Crassly put: When I write, I am trying not to bore myself and my readers.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

The Moon for all her light and grace Has never learned to know her place.

The gift of independence once granted cannot be lightly taken away again.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

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