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Walk to the well. Turn as the earth and the moon turn, circling what they love. Whatever circles comes from the center.
A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!
My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.
My experience is that prose usually equals duty - last minute, overdue-deadline stuff or a panic lecture to be written.
Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece
Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.
Religious fundamentalists are unaware that freedom of religion necessarily brings with it the freedom to mock religion.
A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.
True meditation gives us, as it were, wings for flight to a higher realm and thus detaches us from terrestrial fetters.
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.
You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.
To embrace the whole world in friendship is wisdom. This wisdom is not changeable like the flowers that bloom and fade.
The quantity of a man's wealth will not last long if his generous nature is not balanced with the size of his property.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.
A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn.
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.
Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.
I was always a reader. In the fifth grade, I got some sort of prize for having read hundreds of books from the library.
A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
What if the Church and the State Are the mob that howls at the door! Wine shall run thick to the end, Bread taste sour.
All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one.
What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?
Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.