Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.

Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

The wise may find in trifles light as atoms in the air, some useful lesson to enrich the mind.

Most writers are in a state of gloom a good deal of the time; they need perpetual reassurance.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

So I'm just waiting until one party or the other actually gets a moral compass and a backbone.

If one's fated to be born in Caesar's Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

A novel is not, after all, a historical document, but a way to travel through the human heart.

I think it is important to know how to teach new material to help young people grow and learn.

This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

Where have you ever found that man who stopped short after the perpetration of a single crime?

Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

God must have loved the People in Power, for he made them so very like their own image of him.

He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.

The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom, truth and duty.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?

If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.

An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.

[My] hunger and thirst was, and still remains: How do I get people who hate poetry to love me?

Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.

I don't live with earplugs. I don't like the spotlight - but I like overhearing conversations.

The glorified spirit of the infant is as a star to guide the mother to its own blissful clime.

In life and art, there are distinctions to be made between what an act of cruelty consists of.

Difficult as it often is to grasp someone else's pain, it is easy to judge another's behavior.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

I used to act in college, but always comedy. Didn't do [William] Shakespeare - did Ben Jonson.

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

Things written down can cause a great deal of harm. All too often, people don't consider that.

The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing.

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