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There is no mortal truly wise and restless at once; wisdom is the repose of minds.
In the society of ladies, want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners.
You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
The one thing I got right was that I already looked like a punk when punk arrived.
Somebody up there likes me. It ain't like I've followed a well trodden trajectory.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere
In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man.
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own.
The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers.
To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith but bungling bigotry.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
At Learning's fountain it is sweet to drink, But 'tis a nobler privilege to think.
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.
The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.
Nor think thou with wind Of æry threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
In a time of crisis, the peoples of the world must rush to get to know each other.
Habit creates the appearance of justice; progress has no greater enemy than habit.
I am neither an Occidental writer nor a Russian writer. I am an accidental writer.
Poems, novels - these things belong to the nation, to the culture, and the people.
Once I stop being a citizen of the U.S.S.R., I will not stop being a Russian poet.
Poetry isn't just different from prose, it's more important for the human species.
In the 20th century, imprisonment of writers practically comes with the territory.
In loss itself I find assuagement: having lost the treasure, I've nothing to fear.
Luck often raises vulgarity to a high position, to create mirth for the beholders.
Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
I will have this done, so I order it done; let my will replace reasoned judgement.
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
It's not longer 'Look what I can do, I can do it better then you.' It's just I am.
I love the friendly faces of old sorrows; I have no secrets that they do not know.
Any life lived attentively is disillusioning as it forces us to know us as we are.
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.
Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.