I've been kept from honest employment for a long, long time now. Thank God!

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

When a man's life is under debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.

Chaucer followed Nature everywhere, but was never so bold to go beyond her.

Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one.

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

A limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

Oh how we want to be taken and changed, want to be mended by what we enter.

Man needs to go outside himself in order to find repose and reveal himself.

Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

One just principle from the depths of a cave is more powerful than an army.

There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.

Woman is as common as a loaf of bread, and like a loaf of bread, will rise.

He will bring us all, rich and poor, white and black, to his judgment seat.

Indignation leads to the making of poetry. [Lat., Facit indignatio versum.]

As the bee collecteth honey with great zest, so the fool collecteth wealth.

The fish in the water that is thirsty needs serious professional counseling

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.

The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that comes, the petal falls.

Self-knowledge is a dangerous thing, tending to make man shallow or insane.

The obsession with moderation is the spirit of castrated narrow-mindedness.

We live, I am trying to say, in an epidemic of male violence against women.

Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.

Men are more conventional than women and much slower to change their ideas.

Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: the creative act.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

[I've] learned how to pull the mic away and attack the poetry with my body.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Regret is an uneven hand, a rough palm at the cheek — tender and calloused.

The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life

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