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If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.
An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.
Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God, The loving Laborer through space and time
I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.
For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping may something have been left, Which must die now.
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords!
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
Whoever said men hit harder when women are around, is right. Word for word, we beat the love out of each other.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.
My understanding of Heaven has expanded and deepened since my first encounter with visions and dreams of Heaven.
You are told that you have to eliminate un-useful sentences, but as a writer you know how important details are.
I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.
What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize.
Imagination in poetry, as distinguished from mere fancy is the transfiguring of the real or actual to the ideal.
Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.
I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.
The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.
He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.