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Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.
Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.
Yes great people are always subject to persecution and always getting into straits.
With no surroundings there can be no path, and with no path one cannot become free.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.
Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall,That every bullet hath a lighting place.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
I was taken by a morsell, saies the fish. [I was taken by a morsel, says the fish.]
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.
Let thy mind's sweetness have its operation upon thy body, clothes, and habitation.
A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors. [A fat housekeeper makes lean executors.]
Justice pleaseth few in their owne house. [Justice pleases few in their own house.]
Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past. [Say no ill of the year till it be past.]
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]
One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father.
The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on
How can you dare teach a man to read until you've taught him everything else first?
I don't think of myself as a dissident, and I'm more of an immigrant than an exile.
Intensity is not the same as intimacy, although we tend to confuse these two words.
I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.
The artist is the child in the popular fable, every one of whose tears was a pearl.
This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.
A problem with a piece of writing often clarifies itself if you go for a long walk.
One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.
Twentieth-century American poetry has been one of the glories of modern literature.
The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied.
And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.
I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles.
I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.
O ruthless, perilous, imperious hate, you can not thwart the promptings of my soul.
We don't have to know,only to be:let go the jumble of worn words,reason and vanity.
Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Let your character be kept up the very end, just as it began, and so be consistent.
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.
Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years at least.
Our principal writers have nearly all been fortunate in escaping regular education.
Some day your head won’t find my lap so easily. Trust is a habit you’ll soon break.
Rarest of the real poets are born poets. They are the oddballs, not the professors.
For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
Oh let us not be condemned for what we are. It is enough to account for what we do.
straightway like a bell Came low and clear The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas
New conditions of life will stimulate thought and give new forms to its expression.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,- One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.
If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.