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Every game ever invented by mankind, is a way of making things hard for the fun of it!
Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too; To live and die is all we have to do.
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
If it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.
To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
Beauty intoxicates the eye, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged.
The Fates are just: they give us but our own; Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled.
I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.
Macbeth is contending with the realities of this world, Hamlet with those of the next.
What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.
My father was very intense, passionate and over-the-top. He was my hero and my tyrant.
Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white skinned at the blackamoor.
Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.
The noiseless foot of Tune steals swiftly by And ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh.
Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath, At most seven inches from the jaws of death.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Are you looking for the Holy One? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.
When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.
When you know a place, your feet have walked it so many times there's a comfort to it.
The sum of the parts equals less than the whole. Or the howl. Or the how. Or the hole.
Picasso said once when being interviewed that one should not be one's own connoisseur.
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.
Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.
Find your own 'sweet spot'. Take your talents and enjoy them, share them, expand them.