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Jesus, Thou art all compassion, pure unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, enter every trembling heart.
Good works is giving to the poor and the helpless, but divine works is showing them their worth to the One who matters.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.
Campion is a poet who knows that what a poet sees is nothing without a mixture of formal prowess and emotional insight.
We speak continually of saving time, but time in its richness is most often lost to us when we are busy without relief.
I learn to affirm Truth's light at strange turns of the mind's road, wrong turns that lead over the border into wonder.
In painting, you don't have to go through a process of opinion; it speaks directly, and either it works, or it doesn't.
I don't think there is any such thing as a black writer or a white writer. Ultimately, there is someone whom one reads.
Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers.
I try to avoid calling myself a poet because I think that's something someone else has to call you. It's like bragging.
Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.
I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
. . . the weal of the race, and the cause of humanity, here and now, are enough To give life meaning and death as well.
I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Christ saw much in this world to weep over, and much to pray over: but he saw nothing in it to look upon with contempt.
I tend to be a pretty spacey and scattered person, so anything that makes me feel "grounded" comes as a welcome relief.
Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!
A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!
The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little worth.
A people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in the process of losing grip on its empire and on itself.
The age demanded an image Of its accelerated grimace, Something for the modern stage, Not, at any rate, an Attic grace.
And how is clarity to be achieved? Mainly by taking trouble and by writing to serve people rather than to impress them.
Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first.
Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.
Most people I ask little from. I try to give them much, and expect nothing in return and I do very well in the bargain.
It is often our own imperfection which makes us reprove the imperfection of others; a sharp-sighted self-love of others
The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.
Marry your sonne when you will; your daughter when you can. [Marry your son when you will, your daughter when you can.]
One eye of the masters sees more, then ten of the servants. [One eye of the master sees more than ten of the servants']
In short, realism reveals. Where we thought nothing worthy of notice, it shows everything to be rife with significance.
I've spent hundreds of hours working over words, and part of me, a large part of me, has a desire to do something else.
There's no greater sign of being a poor philosopher and wise man than wanting all of life to be wise and philosophical.
Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart.
I caught the happy virus last night When I was out singing beneath the stars. It is remarkably contagious - So kiss me.
God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.
Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity.
Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
i wish i was away in Ingo far across the briny sea sailing over deepest waters where neither care nore worry trouble me
In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine.
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men.
One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking -- a detour, an error.