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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.
The entire world is a witness to the phenomenon that sorrows keep away from the kindhearted and compassionate.
Extraordinary scenes there at the end. I think some of the crowd chanting 'Italy! Italy!' were actually Irish.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.
He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.
The English took the eagle and Austrians the eaglet. [Fr., L'Angleterre prit l'aigle, et l'Autriche l'aiglon.]
The whole process of getting a book published is just part of the process. The last of the process that I enjo
I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.
Every poet has his dream reader: mine keeps a look out for curious prosodic fauna like bacchics and choriambs.
Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain!
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire.
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.
The women take so little stock In what I do or say They'd sooner leave their cosseting To hear a jackass bray.
Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war?
. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
This is the merit and distinction of art: to be more real than reality, to be not nature but nature's essence.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!
Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.
Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
My life's purpose is to write poetry - but behind the poetry must be the vision of a fresh revelation for men.
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.
One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.
In the whole world no poor devil is lynched, no wretch is tortured, in whom I too am not degraded and murdered.
It is easy to smile at an insult and pretend it's funny when the person insulting you is hosing you with money.
This Universe is a wild revel of atoms, men, and stars, each one a Soul of Light and Mirth, horsed on Eternity.
For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.