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All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.
The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.
However careful a tramp may be to avoid places where there is abundant work, he cannot always succeed.
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
There's lots of people - this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them.
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.
If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf
Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul
A man in his own secret meditation / Is lost amid the labyrinth that he has made / In art or politics.
Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost.
When all within is peace How nature seems to smile Delights that never cease The live-long day beguile
Criminals are opportunists. If you've got a booming market, they're going to get away with more fraud.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
If yon bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.
Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign lands.
Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
Contention, like a horse, Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose, And bears down all before him.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
The world may be divided into people that read, people that write, people that think, and fox-hunters.
The root and the flower have to trust each other. If the root does not trust, the plant won't blossom.
It is as if the ordinary language we use every day has a hidden set of signals, a kind of secret code.
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain.
Knowing what you can not do is more important than knowing what you can do. In fact, that's good taste.
A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
My first care the following morning was, to devise some means of discovering the man in the grey cloak.
Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion.
The ordinary man looking at a mountain is like an illiterate person confronted with a Greek manuscript.