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Indignation at literary wrongs I leave to men born under happier stars. I cannot afford it.
The Earth with its scarred face is the symbol of the Past; the Air and Heaven, of Futurity.
The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
Happiness can be built only on virtue, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation.
I think there is a human instinct to tell stories, no matter who you are or where you live.
God is a foreman with certain definite views Who orders life in shifts of work and leisure.
But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.
A little arrogance in the hands of the capable is well earned - and in most case, deserved.
Nothing fairer than peace is given to man to know; Better one peace than countless triumphs
What we are tempted to call a disaster is sometimes the first, painful stage of a blessing.
Perhaps it’s true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments still to come.
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.
I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.
Say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks the determination with which you believe it.
Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall: The word outleaps the world, and light is all.
[A cat] will make itself the companion of your hours of work, of loneliness, or of sadness.
Those who pretend to know what they don't, will be thought ignorant of even what they know.
To get wealth and security by guile Is like one who pours water into a pot of unbaked clay.
The learned are said to have seeing eyes; The unlearned have only two sores on their faces.
Every man has within himself a gold mine whose riches are limited only by his own industry.
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Hitler bombed London into submission but in fact it created a sense of national solidarity.
I've realised darkness and light are inter-dependent, just as death is an enhancer of life.
How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?
We would be ashamed of our best behavior if the people knew the motives of our behaving so.
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.
That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.
...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.
Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.
I dream in my dreams all the dreams of the other dreamers. And I become the other dreamers.
There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.
There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.
When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.
And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.