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In this earth, in this immaculate field, we shall not plant any seeds except for compassion, except for love.
When something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind
Submit to love without thinking, as the sun rose this morning recklessly extinguishing our star-candle minds.
Beyond what we wish and what we fear may happen we have another life, as clear and free as a mountain stream.
Be drunk with Love, for Love is all that exists. Where is intimacy found if not in the give and take of Love.
I am the servant of the Qur'an as long as I have life. I am the dust on the path of Muhammad, the Chosen One.
This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.
I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world; But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.
Your kindness cannot be said. You open doors in the sky. You ease the heart and make God's qualities visible.
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
The best advice I can give is to ignore advice. Life is too short to be distracted by the opinions of others.
Whenever thy hand can reach it, tear out the foe's brain, for such an opportunity washes anger from the mind.
I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.
The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.
Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, that itself will need reforming.
The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
When I was first published it was like having people rushing in coming to find out where I was hiding. Scary!
If I knew how to say it directly, I would not need to write poetry. I would just talk to people and be happy.
Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained.
Poetry is subconscious conversation, it is as much the work of those who understand it and those who make it.
Our society has gotten to the point where we might soon become less and less shocked by any kind of violence.
Give not reins to your inflamed passions: take time and a little delay; impetuosity manages all things badly.
If you listen to the traffic with a clear mind, without any concepts, it is not noisy, it is only what it is.
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Conservatism and respectability have their values, certainly; but has not the unconventional its values also?
I spent a lot of time on recce. It is a kind of creative chaos, but I like the sense of creative serendipity.
Is it a form of social play that underneath the words people say, there is a different conversation going on?
Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.
Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.
Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it - there is a certain shameful solidarity.
It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.
As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.
That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.
Anyone who has a child today should train him to be either a physicist or a ballet dancer. Then he'll escape.
Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.
All wishes, whatever their apparent content, have the same and unvarying meaning: "I refuse to be what I am."
Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.
behold The approach of him whom none believes, Whom all believe that all believe, A pagan in a varnished car.
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
The thinker as reader reads what has been written. He wears the words he reads to look upon Within his being.
A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light.
The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.
I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25.
Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.
Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.
The common breeds the common, A lout begets a lout, So when I take on half a score I knock their heads about.
It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
Religion Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None as invincible as they.