The more necessary anything appears to my mind, the most certain it is that I only assert a limitation.

The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth!

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone.

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.

Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness.

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!

Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.

The average man does not know what to do with this life, yet wants another one which will last forever.

As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.

I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.

There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

M: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

I said, the poets are there I hear them singing and lying around their round table and around me still.

It doesnt seem to me strange that children should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.

What is more important in a library than anything else-than everything else-is the fact that it exists.

Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

The Swedish language combines the strong manhood of the German with the delicate beauty of the Italian.

A man must be able to hold his drink because drunkenness is sometimes necessary in this difficult life.

You don't need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.

Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.

I don't write for an auditorium full of people. I don't write for the microphone; I write for the page.

Without Allah on your side, you can do nothing. With Allah on your side, there is nothing you cannot do

I wanted to be part of changing the world. I don't want to just stand by and watch it be however it is.

At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.

Poetry confronts in the most clear-eyed way just those emotions which consciousness wishes to slide by.

More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.

A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder.

We must always tell what we see. Above all, and this is more difficult, we must always see what we see.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

You know that it is only through work that you can achieve anything, either in college or in the world.

It may be a movement towards becoming like little children to admit that we are generally nothing else.

That Man, who flees from truth, should have invented the mirror is the greatest of historical miracles.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

If you have never been called a defiant, incorrigible, impossible woman… have faith. There is yet time.

If flowers want to grow right out of the concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down to smell them.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

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