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The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world - Something good will happen.
It is almost an intellectual tradition to pay heed to the insane. In my case those that I most respect are the morons.
Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Morality, as has often been pointed out, is antecedent to religion-it even exists in a rudimentary form among animals.
When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.
I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.
Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.
Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.
One gains universal applause who mingles the useful with the agreeable, at once delighting and instructing the reader.
Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
If you study the history and records of the world you must admit that the source of justice was the fear of injustice.
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it's as close as I come to telling how I do it.
No, I don't make my work in order to challenge or confuse other people's expectations - I only do what I find natural.
Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.
The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.
Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.
Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.
I have a very basic notion of the structure the book might have - that's mostly it. The rest is luck and happenstance.
You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.
He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts.
As you treat your body, so your house, your domestics, your enemies, your friends - Dress is a table of your contents.
The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.
Talent is a gift that brings with it an obligation to serve the world, and not ourselves, for it is not of our making.
Everything that divides men, everything that separates or herds men together in categories, is a sin against humanity.
Contrary to popular belief, the outskirts are not where the world ends - they are precisely where it begins to unfurl.
I've done films about games. What I like with games is that there is this uncertain outcome and the element of chance.
Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.
Many works of the ancients have become fragments. Many works of the moderns are fragments at the time of their origin.
Versatility of education can be found in our best poetry, but the depth of mankind should be found in the philosopher.
I think it is extremely interesting to think that, in some cases, vice might be, finally, more redemptive than virtue.
Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, "What man does with his aloneness.