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You don't know how to get yourself out of that deep water until you're in the deep water.
You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.
If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?
I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?
Writing is like travelling. It's wonderful to go somewhere, but you get tired of staying.
Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
Yeats, you need ten years in the library, but I have need of ten years in the wilderness.
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Faith today is not enough for tomorrow. It must be constantly renewed by a conscious act.
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.
I'm a theological writer mistaken for a political writer. My theme is grace versus karma.
I've learned quite a lot, over the years, by avoiding what I was supposed to be learning.
After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.
it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.
A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.
Words have not only a definition... but also the felt quality of their own kind of sound.
Poetry is sentimental to begin with. To write a sentimental poem is an act of redundancy.
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
The poet's expression of joy conceals his despair at not having found the reality of joy.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.
If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.
Those who start wars, never fight them, And those who fight wars, they never like them...
Many presidents have believed in God, but Donald Trump evidently believes that he is God.
I understand that a man can have everything having nothing and nothing having everything.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
I lived in the first century of world wars. Most mornings I would be more or less insane.
The further through life I drift the more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift.
O thrice unhappy home Whose master doesn't know the difference between a watt and an ohm!
A pleasing countenance is no slight disadvantage. [Lat., Auxilium non leve vultus habet.]
Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made.
Great talents, by the rust of long disuse, Grow lethargic and shrink from what they were.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use. [Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]
A friend is the only person you will let into the house when you are Turning Out Drawers.
It is fortunate that diplomats have long noses since they usually cannot see beyond them.
A song fluttered down in the form of a dove, And it bore me a message, the one word-Love!
I was born in Northern Ireland in 1951. I lived most of my life there until 1986 or 1987.