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Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
Let the gulled fool the toil of war pursue, where bleed the many to enrich the few.
A speech is something you say so as to distract attention from what you do not say.
'Be alive,' the land says, 'listen - this is your time, your world, your pleasure.'
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.
How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.
False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news.
Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.
I mean being a writer is like being a psychoanalyst, but you don't get any patients.
Tell the truth, but lead so improbable a life that the truth will never be believed.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die?
In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Alas! the small discredit of a bribe Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd, Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.
Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.
Let us begin to understand the argument. There is a solution to everything: Science.
Like many confused and evolving humans, I live in constant danger of transformation.
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
Man is a rational animal. He can think up a reason for anything he wants to believe.
The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.
What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.
Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Now, in my middle age, about nineteen in the head I'd say, I am rowing, I am rowing.
World War II synchronizes things for a lot of people. There's a kind of wakeup call.
Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits
Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
What kind of a world do we live in that has room for dog yoga but not for Esperanto?
Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.
I didn't think it was my job to accept what everyone said I was and who I should be.