Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.

It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.

Joy is what we all seek. It is an energy more powerful than food. But without love we can not feel true joy.

I don’t know about birds nor do I know the history of fire. But I believe that my solitude should have wings

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives

The study of social progress is today not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

When I was 16, I was taught by a wonderful teacher who let me ignore the Greek syllabus and just read Homer.

Only recently have I realized that being different is not something you want to hide or squelch or suppress.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lamp-postsfor support rather than illumination.

I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

When the cow gives blood and the Christ is born we must all eat sacrifices. We must all eat beautiful women.

I think anything that gets people outside [is good] - I'm a big supporter of public parks and public spaces.

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience.

What is freedom? Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

I was a pretty happy kid, I had to fake it. I had to get into this miserable character before I wrote poems.

I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

Shakespeare said pretty well everything and what he left out, James Joyce, with a judge from meself, put in.

When I'm talking to people I like to stop and quote myself. My quotes have a way of spicing up conversation.

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

Q: What's the difference between a tweaker and an elephant? A: The elephant will eat all your peanut butter.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.

For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

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