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I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both.
Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble.
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
Men are sometimes accused of pride, merely because their accusers would be proud themselves were they in their places.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
Where might is, the right is: Long purses make strong swords. Let weakness learn meekness: God save the House of Lords!
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
For every monarchy overthrown the sky becomes less brilliant, because it loses a star. A republic is ugliness set free.
Irony and pity are two good counselors: one, in smiling, makes life pleasurable; the other, who cries, makes it sacred.
There is only one science, love, one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law and the prophets.
You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.
Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull.
What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk
At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.
The American journey has not ended. America is always still to build ... West is a country in the mind, and so eternal.
This world is bad enough maybe; We do not comprehend it; But in one fact can all agree God won't, and we can't mend it.
The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
I study people all the time. For some reason, we're not very good at seeing what's there or hearing what we're hearing.
Love is the desire to give, not to receive, something. Love is the art of producing something with the other's talents.
It's an important social duty to spread the word of English to people whose livelihoods depend on knowing the language.
A lot of organizers tell me that while they are making signs or doing whatever they do, they are listening to the Coup.
And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
You cannot meet someone for a moment, or even cast eyes on someone in the street, without changing. That is my subject.
Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.
If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.
I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.
Get yourself a notebook and write in it EVERY night for two weeks. Then stop if you can. If you can't, you're a writer.
In all pursuits men complain of failure when they have not attained the measure of success they proposed to themselves.
O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!