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Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
We have to embrace the good over the bad. That has to be one's personal project.
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.
I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world.
Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.
Magick is the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with will.
And many to study so much are inclined, that utterly they fall out of their mind.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
Grave authors say, and witty poets sing, That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
Intestine war no more our passions wage, And giddy factions bear away their rage.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Of darkness visible so much be lent, as half to show, half veil, the deep intent.
While I live, no rich or noble knave shall walk the world in credit to his grave.
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administered is best.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.
I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; but beauty faded has no second spring.
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
The law in its majesty prohibits rich and poor alike from sleeping under bridges.
Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
No one to hate except the slim fish of memory that slides in and out of my brain.
There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.
I get very upset when money is being cut and people can't visit the Grand Canyon.
When I believe in nothing, I do not want to meet you when you believe in nothing.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee.
The belly (i.e. necessity) is the teacher of art and the liberal bestower of wit.
Charisma is a sign of the calling. Saints and pilgrims are defiantly moved by it.
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
When chaos is the god of an era, clamorous music is the deity's chief instrument.
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
The cemetery is full of people who thought they could change themselves tomorrow.
A bad habit is only a habit until you can observe it, then it's a choice you make
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.