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Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises
Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
Were the diver to think on the jaws of the shark, he would never lay hands on the precious pearl.
Shut the door of that house of pleasure which you hear resounding with the loud voice of a woman.
Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue.
When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.
If a man is not rising upward to be an angel, depend on it, he is sinking downward to be a devil.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
I've always associated the moment of writing with a moment of lift, of joy, of unexpected reward.
A wise man's question contains half the answer. Unfortunately the other 50% is harder to come by!
Poirot is a classic character from fiction, not a MacBook Air; he would not benefit from updates.
Our democratic richness arrives when we're able to comprehend our collective humanity accurately.
Originality, of course, is what occurs when something new arises out of what's already been done.
Whatever happens, I shall never be alone, I shall always have a fare, an affair, or a revolution.
Societies who do not care for their young people and old people are decadent, decaying societies.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.
The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.
Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.
If I don't take the risk, I'll wind up with a bloodless poem. I have to be out there on the edge.
Ask a glass of water why it pities the rain. Ask the lunatic yard dog why it tolerates the leash.
Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
Fear God, and offend not the Prince nor his laws, and keep thyself out of the magistrate's claws.
Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty!
Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.
It is an awesome thing to comprehend that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized.
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.
Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.
There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.
Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.
You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento
My verse has brought me no roubles to spare: no craftsmen have made mahogany chairs for my house.
Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.
Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.
For five hundred years after Walther's death - until Goethe - no German lyric poet was his equal.
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.
I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.
There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.