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I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
What I try to do is to keep emotion on a tight leash; otherwise, it can never be transubstantiated into poetry.
Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.
Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas
Not at all do I trust augurs, who enrich the ears of others, so that they can enrich their own homes with gold.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Pride is a fruitful source of uneasiness. It keeps the mind in disquiet. Humility is the antidote to this evil.
Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.
When a writer declares that his first book is his best, that is bad. I progress successively from book to book.
Craziness was considered funny, like all other things that were in reality frightening and profoundly shameful.
Gravity works in your life, the notion of free will works in your life, however problematic it may at times be.
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.
I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
When the lie and the truth are two trenchant weapons, they are at the risk of becoming downright uncertainties.
However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.
Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
We are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we're given.
When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.
Ah! two desires toss about The poet's feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.
Not a having and a resting, but a growing and becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
My whole life, I had been taught to read and study, to seek understanding in knowledge of history, of cultures.
The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.
Anyone can take a false step And fall forever, Everyone is different. Where are they now, all those lost souls?
Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.
Change is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be a fish.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Medicinal discovery, It moves in mighty leaps, It leapt straight past the common cold And gave it us for keeps.
Haiti allowed us to glimpse into a future of what disaster response might look like in a hyper-connected world.
Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest!
Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.
It is Australian innocence to love The naturally excessive and be proud Of a thoroughbred gelding who ran fast.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.
Every present occasion will catch the senses of the vain man; and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him.
Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!
The true measure of a city is its soul. This is the restless energy that doesn't wait for political leadership.
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.
Draw near to Nature. Then try like some first human being to say what you see and experience and love and lose.
Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer.