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Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?
They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.
Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.
Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
Where politics is concerned, I think poets have to be pragmatists, philosophical pragmatists.
Poetry, when it takes sides, when it proposes solutions, isn't any smarter than anybody else.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Everywhere, giant finned cars nose forward like fish; a savage servility slides by on grease.
Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.
Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark.
Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.
Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
All loves are a bridge to Divine love. Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know!
In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.
One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.
You who feel no pain at the suffering of others It is not fitting for you to be called human.
Religion is only in the service of the people; it is not in the rosary and the prayer-carpet.
It is better to break off a thousand friendships, than to endure the sight of a single enemy.
Riches are intended for the comfort of life, and not life for the purpose of hoarding riches.
Inflict not on an enemy every injury in your power, for he may afterwards become your friend.
The whelp of a wolf must prove a wolf at last, notwithstanding he may be brought up by a man.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.
Not one man in a thousand has the strength of mind or the goodness of heart to be an atheist.
While reason is still tracking down the secret, you end your quest on the open field of love.
The first thing to say about Finnegans Wake is that it is, in an important sense, unreadable.
When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.
I was always prepared for success but that means that I have to be prepared for failure, too.
I don't have to participate in another culture's ceremonies in order to respect that culture.