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The path to inspiration starts upon the trails we've known; each stumbling block is not a rock, but just a stepping stone.
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
I have a room whereinto no one enters Save I myself alone: There sits a blessed memory on a throne, There my life centres.
Everyone enjoys stories of double lives and secret identities. Children have Superman; intellectuals have Wallace Stevens.
So may heaven's grace clear away the foam from the conscience, that the river of thy thoughts may roll limpid thenceforth.
As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's.
If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.
. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair? It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.
If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.
I began to imitate what I was reading, and I started to become a poet, even though what I was writing were not good poems.
What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.
For through it all--above, beyond it all-- I know the far-sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the Light.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
The loss of fortune to a true man is but the trumpet challenge to renewed exertion, not the thunder stroke of destruction.
I have observed in foolish awe The dateless mid-days of the law And seen indifferent justice done By everyone on everyone.
Poetry and novels are lists of our devotions. We love the feel of making the marks as the feelings are rising and falling.
The thing about not being historically a mainstream writer is that everyone feels like you're theirs: you're their friend.
Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.
Secret thoughts are only half free: they fly undisturbed in the skies of the inner freedom, but they can never leave them.
The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost.
Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne.
A despairing heart is the true prophet of approaching evil; his actions may weave the webs of Fortune, but not break them.
I can't stay engaged for years with a book unless it has feelings. It can't be an idea for me - it has to be a felt thing.
Revolutionary consciousness is to be found among the most ruthlessly exploited masses: animals, trees, water, air, grasses
The moon twangs its silver strings; The river swoons into town; The wind beds down in the pines, Covers itself with stars.
Your absence has not taught me how to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall
Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best.
The Philosophy of Princes is to dive into the Secrets of men, leaving the secrets of nature to those that have spare time.
Unsound minds like unsound Bodies, if you feed, you poyson. [Unsound minds, like unsound bodies, if you feed, you poison.]
And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.
We will be in tune with our bodies only if we truly love and honor them. We can't be in good communication with the enemy.
If what we are doing with our anger is not achieving the desired result, it would seem logical to try something different.
The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.
Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
O, though oft oppressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.