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We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
You learn a lot when you're barefoot. The first thing is every step you take is different.
Twitter is just full of silly little people enjoying being sarcastic and rude and mocking.
Ritual is important to us as human beings. It ties us to our traditions and our histories.
Who ignores the time walks in darkness, and who explores it is illumined by a great light.
There is a place to stand where you can see so many lights you forget you are one of them.
Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
I used to have a great love for Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, the big boys of the last century.
Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking--being awake--consciousness.
Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically means to be continually amazed.
As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
Not for any one man's delight has Nature made the sun, the wind, the waters; all are free.
In war the olive branch of peace is of use. [Lat., Adjuvat in bello pacatae ramus olivae.]
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty. [Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
A poetic list is a talent in itself. You can write a list of things, and it can be boring.
All nations have present, or past, or future reasons for thinking themselves incomparable.
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange
Redeemers always reach the world too late. God dies, we live; God lives, we die. Our fate.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.
It is too late to start For destinations not of the heart . I must stay here with my hurt.
You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn't going to be any good, but I'll write it anyway.
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
I merged so completely with love, and was so fused, that I became Love and Love became me.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.
If destiny comes to help you, Love will come to meet you. A life without love isn't a life
Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.
Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.
There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
When you are dead, seek for your resting place not in the earth, but in the hearts of men.
Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.
I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
When a man appreciates only eating and sleeping, what excellence has he over the reptiles?