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There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.
Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.
Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.
My suspicion is that once you have literacy in place, the readership has not changed very much.
Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
The women's movement is a non-hierarchical one. It does things collectively and experimentally.
It is not easy writing someone a postcard. The size and shape of the card cut you down to size.
There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?
The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!
Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.
When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.
When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.
The sons of Adam are formed from dust; if not humble as the dust, they fall short of being men.
That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.
Clergymen who publish pious frauds in the interest of the church are the orthodox liars of God.
Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
There is not built-in meaning to anything, we are free to add any meaning we choose to give it.
You'd better get your laugh while you're making your point, or you won't be doing it very long.
No human is more intelligent than the other...just more adept at certain areas of intelligence.
One thing for sure is it will be written in the Icelandic language. All of my literary work is.
You will always find some Eskimo ready to instruct the Congolese on how to cope with heatwaves.
Unfortunately, I'm not a person that's always capable of living up to the Boy Scout philosophy.
I made Man with too many faults. Yet I love him. And if he wishes, I have a home above for him.
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.
The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
Literature has nothing to do with usefulness; the most useful place in any house is the toilet.
Pleasant speech yields joy to all, and observing this, is there any need for unpleasant speech?
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of love.
A poem, once it's written, is meant to be read with the inner voice of the person who reads it.
O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees
Quantum fiction is any story that witnesses life and the human experience on a subatomic level.
The realm of quanta is how I have intrinsically approached and viewed reality since I was born.
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
There are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.
Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.
The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so.