Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.
How happy a thing were a wedding, And a bedding, If a man might purchase a wife For a twelvemonth and a day
Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
The ear will surrender even at those times when the eye wants to close, when the eye doesn't want to watch.
Gossip can be entertaining: occasionally, I've heard the most fascinating things about myself I never knew.
I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.
Beauty is as useful as the useful. More so, perhaps. (Le beau est aussi utile que l'utile. Plus peut-etre.)
His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.
In a game, just losing is almost as satisfying as just winning... In life the loser's score is always zero.
A poem is a verbal artifact which must be as skillfully and solidly constructed as a table or a motorcycle.
Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.
Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye.
Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.
Each delicately and fiercely imaged poem is a tribute to perseverence and survival and a lesson for us all.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.
It's the anarchy of poverty delights me, the old yellow wooden house indented among the new brick tenements
Hence a ship is said to head the sea, when her course is opposed to the setting or direction of the surges.
Ten minutes spent in the presence of Christ every day, aye, two minutes, will make the whole day different.
As I was going up the stair I met a man who wan't there He wasn't there again today Oh I wish he'd go away!
It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence; For courage mounteth with occasion.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
The proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.