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Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.
For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.
All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
I do insist on making what I hope is sense so there's always a coherent narrative or argument that the reader can follow.
No longer can a young woman feel at ease; for she is ever concerned with the impression that she may be making on others.
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
There are so many selves in everybody, and just to explore and exploit one is wrong, dead wrong, for the creative person.
I once had the nerve to ask Picasso the question, 'What is art?' He answered, 'Art is a lie which makes us see the truth.
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.
I am iron butterfly ... / I am she/we / of flesh / and iron / and silk wings, / healing, flying / into a gentle blue sky.
The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.
Patience et longueur de temps Font plus que force ni que rage. Patience and longevity Are worth more than force and rage.
We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.
I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.
And so I pray I am today as honest with myself, with life all around me and below and above me, with all who I encounter.
The most stormy ebullitions of passion, from blasphemy to murder, are less terrific than one single act of cool villainy.
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.
But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our thanks to God!
We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the truth, the way.
Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.
O, pleasant is the welcome kiss When day's dull round is o'er; And sweet the music of the step That meets us at the door.
I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.
We're all given something to do. And when we don't follow what we're supposed to do, we always know when we're off track.
Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they assume anger, and take courage from the very crime itself.
When great assurance accompanies a bad undertaking, such is often mistaken for confiding sincerity by the world at large.
Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!
Mathematics is, as it were, a sensuous logic, and relates to philosophy as do the arts, music, and plastic art to poetry.
We do not have the idea that all children are valuable parts of society. We only have the idea that our own children are.
Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.
All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.
You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.
God has created several doors which open onto truth. He opens them to all those who knock on them with the hand of faith.
If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth…but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.
The whole world of thought lay unexplored before me, - a world of which I had already caught large and tempting glimpses.
I love books with titles like, 'How Do You Spank a Porcupine?,' 'Arnie, the Darling Starling,' or 'The Bat in My Pocket.'
A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.