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Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner.
How very satisfactory those discussions must be, where each party retains their own opinion!
the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality.
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.
For each man there awaits... a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.
No matter how difficult a task may look.. Persistence and steady action will get you through
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die.
That larger vision is certain to make clear the value in our own lives of service to others.
When "I" and "You" are absent, I've no idea if this is a mosque, synagogue, church or temple
I myself have 12 hats and each one represents a different personality. Why just be yourself.
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
People, the people we really love, where did they come from? What did we do to deserve them?
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.
Expressing my feelings and then the opportunity to share it with others is just such a gift.
It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.
What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.
Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.
Let a single complete action, in one place and one day, keep the theatre packed to the last.
My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.
A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all.
I attempt an arduous task but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement
With patience bear what pains you have deserved, Grieve, if you will, over what's unmerited.
We praise times past, while we times present use; Yet due the worship which to each we give.
Everyone is desirous of his own pursuits, and loves To spend his time in his accustomed art.
If the subject's easy we may all be wise; What stands unfirm, the smallest force overthrows.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
A cat likes to hear you calling him. He sits in a bush a yard from your shoes - and listens.
Life springs from death; and from the graves of patriot men and women spring living nations.
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
Often extraordinary excellence, not being rightly conceived, does rather offend than please.
We are things of a day. What are we? What are we not? The shadow of a dream is man, no more.
A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.
Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.
When you're young you try to be methodical and philosophical, but reality keeps breaking in.
Knowledge has its end in itself, apart from any idea of life and propagation of the species.
There are very few humorists who have written first-rate humor after they've become elderly.
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
Our stability is but balance, and conduct lies In masterful administration of the unforseen.
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.