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To love pleasure takes little. To love truly takes a hero who can manage his own fear.
If you teach three university courses a day, you need something to turn your mind off.
Love is the source of every virtue in you and of every deed which deserves punishment.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.
But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
20th century poetry is a piñata. Images break from the earth when the poet strikes it.
Still, language is resilient, and poetry when it is pressured simply goes underground.
Inconveniently, books are all the pages in them, not just the ones you choose to read.
Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.
How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?
Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can't hear an enzyme.
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects
It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.
Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Now, the process of writing poetry is very messy. Not systematic, never quite the same
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
I'm the weird poet who has paid her dues in the experimental world for 30 or 40 years.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
How long time is when one is sad! Is it three years or three days since you went away?
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.
It is not enough to have a song on your lips. You must also have a song in your heart.
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
I loathe and detest movies and television and don't watch any. I do not have the time.
Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown.
Lust is a sharp spur to vice, which always putteth the affections into a false gallop.
How does our will become sanctified? By conforming itself unreservedly to that of God.
I love the fact that I can go to a museum now that tells me I'm in the postmodern age.
In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.
One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.
Men like to pursue an elusive woman like a cake of wet soap - even men who hate baths.
A reproof entereth more into a woman of sense than an hundred compliments into a fool.
But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.
This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.
Ease leads to habit, as success to ease. He lives by rule who lives himself to please.
Against her foes Religion well defends Her sacred truths, but often fears her friends.