Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.

The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?.

The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

I have lived in the monster and I know its insides; and my sling is the sling of David.

The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.

The poetry I grew up on is really an intense form of poetry; it's so pure and powerful.

I went in search of a bad person; I found none as I, seeing myself, found me the worst.

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things, and stand firm in that which you are.

A so-called happy marriage corresponds to love as a correct poem to an improvised song.

Irony is a clear consciousness of an eternal agility, of the infinitely abundant chaos.

The subject of history is the gradual realization of all that is practically necessary.

In literature as in life, to conform to anything is to knuckle under to your inferiors.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.

Safeguarding the rights of others is the most noble and beautiful end of a human being.

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then I must also accept the thunder and lightning.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.

When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.

Science and religion are in full accord, but science and faith are in complete discord.

who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

Such fire was not by water to be drowned, nor he his nature changed by changing ground.

Masculinity is kind of a toxic curse, isn't it? The expectations of it were hard on me.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

I never say I'm an "ist" of any kind unless I know how the other person is defining it.

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