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If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
I gave thee what could not be heard What had not been given before The beat of my heart I gave !
I wish I wrote drafts and then revised them, but I don't. What I do is I seem to revise as I go.
There's an unexpectedly high share of workers still in agriculture, .. That's like a fault line.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
It's a long, slow sunset for ink-on-paper magazines, but sunsets can produce vast sums of money.
There are far too many people in university in Britain. If you want to make money, be a plumber.
pg 9, "The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.
After owning a pool, I think the best way to enjoy the water is to have a friend who has a pool.
The study of mathematics is the indispensable basis for all intellectual and spiritual progress.
Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.
The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of other people.
All wars are civil ones; for it is still man spilling his own blood, tearing out his own bowels.
Let us often think of our own infirmities, and we shall become indulgent toward those of others.
Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.
If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.
Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.
In general, women desire to rule over their husbands and lovers, to be the authority above them.
Fashion, though Folly's child, and guide of fools, Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules.
In every countrey the sun rises in the morning. [In every country the sun rises in the morning.]
There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly. [There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.]
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood.
Sometimes a person thinks he's attached to one thing and he's really attached to something else.
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
Fear has never helped anybody make good choices. It leads to clinging when we should be walking.
Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.
My first collection of poems was published by Bloodaxe Books, which was then a very new imprint.
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
All good poets of the past, almost without exception, were at least bilingual if not trilingual.
All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!
Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud.
The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.
God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.
Theory is knowledge that doesn't work. Practice is when everything works and you don't know why.
The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.
It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live.
I smiled, I waited, I was circumspect; O never, never, never write that I missed life or loving.
(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.
Drive Nature forth by force, she'll turn and rout The false refinements that would keep her out.
When discord dreadful bursts the brazen bars, And shatters iron locks to thunder forth her wars.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
Always keep your composure. You can't score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.
We're not in love with Literature all the time - especially when you have to teach it every day.