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The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts, Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.
Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
There is nothing evil but what is within us; the rest is either natural or accidental.
Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Retired is being tired twice, I've thought, first tired of working, then tired of not.
Death is half disarmed when the pleasures and interests of the flesh are first denied.
I take the love of God and self-denial to be the sum of all saving grace and religion.
Good art and a good life answers questions. Great art and a great life asks questions.
We have always been searching for home. It's in our art... our religion... everything.
East, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of - and forth!
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled.
I think that you certainly don't have to be aged and travel the world to write a poem.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
Don't name it, as they say, because instantly you offer it to this peculiar authority.
Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.
States strong enough to do good are but few. Their number would seem limited to three.
Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.
He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.
...Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, Exiles the tender leaf, Exiles the flower.
If you read three books a day you couldn't read all the poetry that's being published.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.
It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.
Women are not inherently passive or peaceful. We're not inherently anything but human.
For a poet, making poems is a way of viewing the world, being in the world, breathing.
We have to laugh. Because laughter, we already know, is the first evidence of freedom.
Everyone is overridden by thoughts; that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .
The very center of your heart is where life begins. The most beautiful place on earth.
Be wild and crazy and drunk with Love, if you are too careful, LOVE will not find you.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.
Believe in love's infinite journey, for it is your own, for you are love. Love is life
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching.
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
Iambics march from short to long;-- With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng