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The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Don't poets know it Better than others? God can't be always everywhere: and, so, Invented Mothers
Do not doubt him who tells you he is afraid, but be afraid of him who tells you he has no doubts.
The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.
The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
I have an over-attachment to precision, which is why I've sold more magazines than any man alive.
The end is low, like all quantitative ends, personal or not, and it can be attained and verified.
Let the fear of danger be a spur to prevent it; he that fears not, gives advantage to the danger.
That love of self, which the world advocates, is a thousand times more dangerous than any poison.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.
A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
Oh! that my soul had winged its flight, When first I saw the morning light, To worlds of liberty!
They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living.
Every year of my working life, I have been fortunate enough to earn more money than I have spent.
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.
But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?
The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.
The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
The common law of this state held man and wife to be one person, but that person was the husband.
Shabbat is a day of rest, of mental scrutiny and of balance. Without it the workdays are insipid.
So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?
I concentrate on the lives of individuals whom the reader comes to know and feel with intimately.
Being a sick man is like being a log caught in a stream, Gilles. All the straws gather around it.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares!
Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.
Perhaps it is this theory of all work and no play that has made the Marxist such a very dull boy.
He has robbed me, yet he has given me something of greater value . . . he has given to me myself.
To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.
It is best to do things systematically, since we are only human, and disorder is our worst enemy.
If you should put even a little on a little and should do this often, soon this would become big.
I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.
Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth, and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent? [Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
I am not at all clear what free verse is anymore. That's one of the things you learn not to know.
God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.
It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.
A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.
It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing