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The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.
You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.
I was 40 years old before I became an overnight success, and I'd been publishing for 20 years.
There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?
I'm all over my poems, even if their relation to my everyday life is that of dream to reality.
For this is the true strength of guilty kings, When they corrupt the souls of those they rule.
Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.
For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.
I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.
I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.
Nothing is more indispensable to true religiosity than a mediator that links us with divinity.
Philosophy ... bears witness to the deepest love of reflection, to absolute delight in wisdom.
The world must become romanticized, and in that way we find again its original meaning for us.
Better never to have met you in my dream, than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude. [Lat., Nos duo turba sumus.]
Believe me, the gods spare the afflicted, and do not always oppress those who are unfortunate.
I attempt an arduous task; but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement.
We are ready to die and shall die cheerfully and proudly, you must not grieve for all of this.
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
O! I burn with impatience for the moment of the dissolution of intolerance; it has injured me.
You can never tell when an artist really will take up someone's work and work with it happily.
The world is a great poem, and the world's The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.
It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
Fear is the underminer of all determinations; and necessity, the victorious rebel of all laws.
It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.
I have a complicated relationship with non-human animals. I've never really been close to one.
I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?
Is it ever really a waste of time to love someone, truly and deeply, with everything you have?
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights.
The devils never had a Savior offered to them, but you have; and do you yet make light of Him?
Russian literature, like colonial Canadian literature, comes with a lot of landscape backdrop.
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
In fact, eloquence in English will inevitably make use of the Latin element in our vocabulary.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.
I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
Midnight Special on a sabre track movering movering, first stop Mercy and the last Hallelujah.
Historically, the rabbis are split on the question of dreams. None of them denied their power.