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The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.
But time has a way of demonstrating the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.
Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.
There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
I was run over by the truth one day.Ever since the accident I've walked this way
The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is political. This touch is political
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
Ah, one favor: if he telephones again, tell him it's no use, that I've gone out.
Satan the envious said with a sigh: Christians know more about their hell than I
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
Now I have enough money to travel wherever I want, but I haven't got the health.
The Orphic Machine is the poem: a severed head with face turned away that sings.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
Good angels are fallible ... they sin every day and fall from Heaven like flies.
The good critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.
There is a certain impertinence in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold.
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
which pisses her off and makes her scream and i look around my room and miss me.
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.
We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.
Let me be content with being happy, without sighing that I am not distinguished.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
I began my comedy as its only actor and I come to the end as its only spectator.
Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia.
I held you in the square And felt the evening Re-order itself around Your smile.