Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.
Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.
I have not the slightest doubt that this form of individuation represents a higher stage in the evolution of mankind.
Let it please thee to keep in order a moderate-sized farm, that so thy garners may be full of fruits in their season.
Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.
While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.
Let not a god interfere unless where a god's assistance is necessary. [Adopt extreme measures only in extreme cases.]
To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him that way.
What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand?
I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that.
I prefer writing in the mornings, so to that extent I have a routine. I do reading and other things in the afternoon.
Of my merit On that pint you yourself may jedge: All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge.
It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.
Metaphors think with the imagination and the senses. The hot chili peppers in them explode in the mouth and the mind.
I'd say that the middle stanza is closer: that's the place where the poem ranges unexpectedly into a different realm.
You have to write some poetry, first of all, to decide if you can become a lyricist. I was born in a family of poets.
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
Being a human being without forgiveness is like being a guitarist without fingers or being the diva without a tongue.
I am learning to look at myself differently, to see the scattered remnants of hope and dreams and collect them again.
A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.
He who is passionate and hasty is generally honest. It is your cool, dissembling hypocrite of whom you should beware.
I don't want to read what is going to slide down easily; there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.
The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
No writer for the press, however humble, is free from the burden of keeping his purpose high and his integrity white.
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.
The Corporate impulse for human uniformity instills shame at difference and, thus, the contemporary zeal for privacy.
A poem is a private story, after all, no matter how apparently public. The reader is always overhearing a confession.
I don't believe in that country any longer. I'm not interested. I'm writing in the language, and I like the language.
Unlike life, a work of art never gets taken for granted: it is always viewed against its precursors and predecessors.
Genre/forms are institutional questions mainly. Like matter to MFA programs in terms of which workshop you can teach.
If there was no Bible, it would be no matter whether you could read or not. Reading other books would do you no good.
Those who do not wish to kill any one, wish they had the power. [Lat., Et qui nolunt occidere quemquam Posse volunt.]
I've burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand.Now I'll burn down the house of anyone who wants to follow me.
Though One Brahman is the Cause of the Many. ... Behold but One in all things it is the second that leads you astray.
Wit is the appearance, the external flash, of fantasy. Hence its divinity and the similarity to the wit of mysticism.
From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.
Like Leibniz's possible worlds, most men are only equally entitled pretenders to existence. There are few existences.