I--love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb-- Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!

You should pull him back besides in all the lines before the quarter, just as you make the others advance.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

Necessity invented stools, Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs, And luxury the accomplish'd Sofa last.

How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.

The head of a ship however has not always an immediate relation to her name, at least in the British navy.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.

Poets are seen as the caretakers of language, so working with words no matter what the form is what we do.

Edinburgh is an experience A city of enormous gifts Whose streets sing of history Whose cobbles tell tales.

Perform your long and heavy task with energy, treading the path to which Fate has been pleased to call you.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

I get up at 5.30am, sluice myself and have two Weetabix and some mint tea, before starting to write by 6am.

I think it is interesting to think about the absolute animal relish young people have for rhythm and rhyme.

Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far.

If I smashed the traditions it was because I knew no traditions. I'm the girl with the unquenchable thirst.

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

I think writing books is a way for me to work out certain issues. I write about what matters to me, always.

Who does Not Know the Truth, is simply a Fool... Yet who Knows the Truth and Calls it a Lie, is a Criminal.

I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.

On day I noticed that something happened that looked like a dramatization of the inner script of my psyche.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.

Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight

The worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more.

He who does not bellow the truth when he knows the truth makes himself the accomplice of liars and forgers.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. It must be very inexpensive.

There is no mystery about successful business.... Exclusive attention to the person who is speaking to you.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

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