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To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.
When we too are armed and trained, we can convince men that we have hands, feet, and a heart like yours;.
Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.
What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.
The most exciting rhythms seem unexpected and complex, the most beautiful melodies simple and inevitable.
A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.
Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes i do not like my work On a pink official form.
Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on the hill.
Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it; but if often costs the world very dear.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.
Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rule, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion.
He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.
Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing This side of death, Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!
No doubt solitude is wholesome, but so is abstinence after a surfeit. The true life of man is in society.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
Many persons, when exalted, assume an insolent humility, who behaved before with an insolent haughtiness.
Amid the most mercenary ages it is but a secondary sort of admiration that is bestowed upon magnificence.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
I confess I could never see any good reason why dirt should always be a necessary concomitant of poverty.
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
In general, in poetry and literature, I am among those people who believe that too much is indispensable.
The Empress has been connected with the ideas of universal fecundity and in a general sense with activity.
What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters? They would only drive him to even greater despair.
Courage is not defined by those who fought and did not fall, but by those who fought, fell and rose again.
A president cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.'”
If you have seen nothing but the beauty of their markings and limbs, their true beauty is hidden from you.
The first task of the Magician in every ceremony is therefore to render his Circle absolutely impregnable.
I am like the she-wolf / I broke with the pack / I fled to the mountains / Growing tired of the flatlands.
Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has borrowed from history more than ever.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.