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Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?
Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
A vote should be generative, not like business as usual, which is what voting feels like for most of us.
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
When something is too beautiful or too terrible or even too funny for words, then it is time for poetry.
Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.
Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cucc. Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu, Sing cuccu!
Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior.
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.
Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.
Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.
We can often do more for other men by trying to correct our own faults than by trying to correct theirs.
The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.
It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.
Beware of a woman who signeth not her name to her letters; she will bear watching, aye, she hath a past.
Verily, men do foolish things thoughtlessly, knowing not why; but no woman doeth aught without a reason.
Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.
They that hold the greatest farmes, pay the least rent (applyed to rich men that are unthankful to God).
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes. [Who hath none to still him, may weep out his eyes.]
A pure mathematical series would be one in which each term is derived from the preceding term by a rule.
Now, twenty years old, I come out and I go back to Greenwich Village. Now, of course, I'm a wealthy man.
I admit I keep a clichéd ironic distance with many things in the world, but Brooklyn is not one of them.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul's life, Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
We are like lutes once held by God. Being away from his warm body fully explains this constant yearning.
When an individual fear or apathy would cause us to pass by the unfortunate, then life is of no account.
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center.
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.
The bourgeois today burns as heretics and hangs as criminals those to whom he erects monuments tomorrow.
You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever will be born must destroy a world.
Who dreams of a son, save one, childless, having no bright face to flatter its own, who dreams of a son?
A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune.
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.
He is not poor who has the use of necessary things. [Lat., Pauper enim non est cui rerum suppetet usus.]
The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.
But for my sighs, I should be drowned by my tears; and but for my tears, I should be burned by my sighs.
For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.
I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats
Don't forget that I cannot see myself, that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror.
The New York Quarterly is an amazing, intelligent, crazy, creative, strange, and indispensable magazine.
But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.