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During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.
Let us fear the worst, but work with faith; the best will always take care of itself.
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.
The most beautiful thing in the world is to live each second as if it were your last.
But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.
Cathedrals, luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.
The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
Oft the cloud that wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.
The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast) / The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
Art is not the handmaid of politics. It is its own remedy! And its healing is sacral.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate, For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.
They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them
I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.