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In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty's handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail.
In order to choose the right path, we do not have to figure out the wrong one... we just need to follow the light.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
Americans are accustomed to welcoming, or at least receiving, refugees from other countries, not creating our own.
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.
We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life.
I think there are all kinds of aspects to reality, to domestic reality, and why don't we just talk about them all?
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!
O natal star, thou producest twins of widely different character. [Lat., Geminos, horoscope, varo Producis genio.]
I think something many of us grapple with are those times we dread the practice of writing, no matter the project.
The strange thing about Africa is how past, present and future come together in a kind of rough jazz, if you like.
I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.
It is as if one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the Southern Hemisphere of the brain.
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
A quotation in a speech, article or book is like a rifle in the hands of an infantryman. It speaks with authority.
There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
With me, my main vision for life was to avoid as many people as possible. The less people I saw the better I felt.
Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.
the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.
To God your every Want In instant Prayer display, Pray always; Pray, and never faint; Pray, without ceasing, Pray.
If you hate something thoroughly without knowing why, you can be sure there is something of it in your own nature.
I don't think that someone who does not speak the original language can ever expect to produce a real translation.
It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
Courage is the measure of our heartfelt participation with life, with another, with a community, a work, a future.
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.
There are some things people avoid saying in interviews because they sound pompous or sentimental or too mystical.