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As well have a talon as a finger, a muzzle as a mouth, as well have a hollow as a heart.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
I could never begin a poem: 'When I am dead' In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way.
For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.
You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
My friend, the sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.
Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song.
Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
In the garden I see only your face From trees and blossoms I inhale only your fragrance.
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.
Behead yourself!... Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!
Now even the heavens are thankful that because of love I have become the giver of light.
If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?
...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.
No person learned the art of archery from me, who did not in the end make me his target.
Capacity without education is deplorable, and education without capacity is thrown away.
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.
No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
The Ireland I now inhabit is one that these Irish contemporaries have helped to imagine.
Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.
She flashes me a smile so devastating that it could even make an atheist believe in God.
The only fool bigger than the person who knows it all is the person who argues with him.
You must be willing to accept the fact that pain is a part of the process of revelation.
Everything passes, nothing remains. Understand this, loosen your grip and fine serenity.
Our lack of compassion stems from our inability to see deeply into the nature of things.
Sing a song, read a poem, paint a picture, hear the music... Rise up and touch the stars
Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.
I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.
All national histories are partisan and designed to give us a good conceit of ourselves.
And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne.
All night, this soft rain from The distant past. No wonder I sometimes Waken as a child.
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
When you are about to badger the weak, Then imagine yourself before a more powerful man.
It is the prowess of scholars that meetings bring delight and departures leave memories.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Sit the comedy out, and that done, when the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.
A good funeral gets the dead where they need to go and the living where they need to be.