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The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.
Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.
Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.
Neither make thy friend equal to a brother; but if thou shalt have made him so, be not the first to do him wrong.
The man who does evil to another does evil to himself, and the evil counsel is most evil for him who counsels it.
The Greeks have snatched up their spears. They have pointed the helms of their ships Toward the bulwarks of Troy.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
When I caution you against becoming a miser, I do not therefore advise you to become a prodigal or a spendthrift.
Writing has made me a better man. It has put me in contact with those fleeting moments which prove the existence.
The best criticism is the sort that tells you what you already know but had been reluctant to accuse yourself of.
We have the power, knowledge, and equipment to build a world beyond our wonder. Only loss of nerve can defeat us.
The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.
Some delicate matters must be treated like pins, because if they are not seized by the right end, we get pricked.
It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.
There is a manner of forgiveness so divine that you are ready to embrace the offender for having called it forth.
And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
Beauty is nothing else but a just accord and mutual harmony of the members, animated by a healthful constitution.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain Like shadows on the winter sky Like frost upon the pane
I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be, The first low wash of waves where soon Shall roll a human sea.
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.
The task that lies before me is daunting and the rewards are uncertain. I should probably let someone else do it.
My father was a really great man. I'll never forget the last thing he ever said to me. Nor will I ever repeat it.
For some odd reason, the expression 'death of a poet' always sounds somewhat more concrete than 'life of a poet.'
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
I believe in the sun. In the tangle of human failures of fear, greed and forgetfulness, the sun gives me clarity.
I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me!
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
The doings of men, their prayers, fear, wrath, pleasure, delights, and recreations, are the subject of this book.
The more you close the doors, the less free your ideas can come, and they come from up here and come through you.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.
A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.
Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.
The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.
Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
As an artist your first loyalty is to your art. Unless this is the case, you're going to be a second-rate artist.
Oppression involves a failure of the imagination: the failure to imagine the full humanity of other human beings.
Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face! Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!
I think the obligation of a poet is not to be in an ivory tower; it is not to be isolated but to be among people.
If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!
Wifehood and motherhood... are a bigger handicap than the average male genius would... essay to carry to success.