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The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.
I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.
Our government is a bird with two right wings... They're devoted to the perpetuation & spread of corporate capitalism.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.
Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
When I was a little boy in Tijuana, it was wonderland. We left when I was probably four - I was dying of tuberculosis.
In order to stay out of trouble I worked in industry. You can't even do that nowadays; there were all those factories.
Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
Speculative fiction encompasses that which we could actually do. Sci-fi is that which we're probably not going to see.
I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.
I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl.
When we deny what comes through us, it defines us. When we honestly face what comes through us, then who we are grows.
You are so pure in mind and heart, In aspect, too, so mild, I wonder that you ever could Implant your wife with child.
Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.
I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was my salvation.
But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.
If you have enough breath to complain about anything, you have more than enough reason to give thanks about something.
A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.
All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own.
Impressionism means taking inspiration directly from nature, trusting your senses rather than what you think you know.
The solitude of the poet is the uniqueness of his experience, and the particulaity of his sensitivity and imagination.
The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges.
Sometimes there’s no one to listen to what you really might like to say at a certain moment. The paper always listens.
I've been most happy to be an advocate for the kinds of grassroots things that people are doing who care about poetry.
Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
I have an idea that the phrase 'weaker sex' was coined by some woman to disarm the man she was preparing to overwhelm.
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim. Have patience and endure; this unhappiness will one day be beneficial.
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.
Perhaps then, some day far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.
Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.
[Beowolf] is considered an epic because of its long speeches, its digressions, its repetition, and its being required.
Nothing is more certain than uncertainties: / Fortune is full of fresh variety; / Constant in nothing but inconstancy.
Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find.
To live among such excellent helps as our libraries afford, to have so many silent wise companions whenever we please.