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In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.
For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.
I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence
Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.
But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.
With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.
Harvard created wonderful conditions for me as a writerbut the writing was done, almost entirely, when I got home.
I felt so conflicted about having fled the rez as a kid that I created a whole literary career that left me there.
Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.
All of us are made up of the stories that we listen to, the ones we disagree with and the ones that we agree with.
It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?
The greatest treasure you can leave your children is a sense of modesty and the advice to follow virtuous persons.
As humans we look at things and think about what we've looked at. We treasure it in a kind of private art gallery.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry is like the potato. The best part is underground.
Nothing is more dangerous than discontinued labor; it is habit lost. A habit easy to abandon, difficult to resume.
Don't educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.
Need is a low door which, when we must by stern necessity pass through, forces the greatest to bend down the most.
To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.
My gut was always that if I taught students poetry, I would give too much of myself to them and have nothing left.
Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC) The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.
If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Day after day, throughout the winter, We hardened ourselves to live by bluest reason In a world of wind and frost.
Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
What has miserable, inefficient Mexico...to do with the great mission of peopling the New World with a noble race?
To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.
To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?
Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.
The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.