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O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.
We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Stupidity is far more dangerous than evil, for evil takes a break from time to time, stupidity does not.
I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.
As Trevor Noah recently quipped, the US appears ready to crown its first African dictator: Donald Trump.
I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.
Were I to flatter myself with the possibility of success in such combat, it would indeed be presumption.
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.
Despite my asbestos gloves, the cough is filling me with black, and a red powder seeps through my veins.
I am now seventy, rather glad, really, that I won't live to see the horrors to come in the 21st century.
It doesn't seem to me strange that children should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
I’ll work my way from irony to sincerity in the sinking city, a would-be Whitman of the vulnerable grid.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!
but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.
human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
And all now is war where so lately there was peace, and the sweet brotherhood, the use of tilled fields.
I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.
For me, the more I understand the story of others, the greater I am able to learn and help other people.
I started to paint in the year 2000. I never thought of going to an art school, even though I loved art.
I don't approach my writing or my work from an academic or analytical point of view. I do it for myself.
It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.
There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.
What a Lover sees in the Beloved is the projected shadow of his own potential beauty in the eyes of God.
Still we say as we go,-"Strange to think by the wayWhatever there is to know,That shall we know one day.
Writing poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.
Meditation could be said to be the Art of Simplicity: simply sitting, simply breathing and simply being.
Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hungers document Our bodily decay.
Tinted Distances is a tender meditation that reveals a careful eye and steady devotion to elegy and ode.