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Dreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, of the possible.
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.
Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.
A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.
We know how to speak many falsehoods that resemble real things, but we know, when we will, how to speak true things.
We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.
If the crow had been satisfied to eat his prey in silence, he would have had more meat and less quarreling and envy.
We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.
Tis easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue-- 'Tis the natural way of living.
Comparative criticism teaches us that moral and aesthetic defects are more nearly related than is commonly supposed.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
Most novices picture themselves as masters - and are content with the picture. This is why there are so few masters.
Who is respectable when thinking himself alone and free from observation will be so before the eye of all the world.
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.
Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves that they have a better idea.
I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
I was pushing for a career in poetry and of course the received wisdom was that you would never make a living at it.
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.
I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
I do think better of womankind than to suppose they care whether Mister John Keats five feet high likes them or not.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.
The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
Farewell, woman! I intend Henceforth every night to sit With my lewd, well-natured friend, Drinking to engender wit.
Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.
If they had wanted to punish me, they should have kept me in a communal apartment. Then I would have become a wreck.
One always pulls the trigger out of self-interest and quotes history to avoid responsibility or pangs of conscience.
The only path to a tranquil life is through virtue. [Lat., Semita certe Tranquillae per virtutem patet unica vitae.]
We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
Don't open your diamonds in a vegetable market. Tie them in bundle and keep them in your heart, and go your own way.
Do you believe there is some place that will make thesoul less thirsty? In that great absence you will find nothing.
A man's house is his stage. Others walk on to play their bit parts. Now and again a soliloquy, a birth, an adultery.
Pay close attention to objects, events and natural phenomenon that would otherwise get chewed up in the daily grind.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.