I like to think that the best poetry is or involves a contest between ordinary conversation and ritual.

The strangest of our powers Is the courage to live Knowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more true.

Girls have to go somewhere dangerous every now and then just so they know they can find their way home.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Building worlds is not enough for the deeper urging mind; but a loving heart sates the striving spirit.

The camel has a single hump, The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around; I'm never sure. Are you?

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase. [Lat., Gratia pro rebus merito debetur inemtis.]

Who gives to Aristaeus honey; Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous?

Let others seek safety. Nothing is safer than misfortune, Where there's no fear of greater ill to come.

To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford, Go my cattle and me.

Always smile back at little children. To ignore them is to destroy their belief that the world is good.

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

An odd thing occurs in the minds of Americans when Indian civilization in mentioned: little or nothing.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.

You can look out of your life like a train & see what you're heading for, but you can't stop the train.

Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.

Fear made the gods; audacity has made kings. [Fr., La crainte fit les dieux; l'audace a fait les rois.]

I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, When in fact you haven't of late, can do no harm.

Equality and self-determination should never be divided in the name of religious or ideological fervor.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

There's very little solid research on readership, yet people make pronouncements about it all the time.

Middle Age At forty-five, What next, what next? At every corner, I meet my Father, My age, still alive.

The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.

I feel no care of coin,Well-doing is my wealth;My mind to me an empire is,While grace affordeth health.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

The moment an inspiring thought enters your heart, appreciate it as a dear guest visiting you that day.

To change, you must face the dragon of your appetites with another dragon: the life-energy of the soul.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

Look carefully around you and recognize the luminosity of souls. Sit beside those who draw you to that.

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

Great God, have pity on the wicked, for thou didst everything for the good, when thou madest them good!

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.

A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

There is small chance of truth at the goal, where there is not childlike humility at the starting-post.

As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny, there will be found reviewers to calumniate.

When thieves come, I bark; when gallants, I am still - So perform both my master's and mistress's will.

Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth.

When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.

Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

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