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From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.
But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.
Oman overall has great animal and plant biodiversity because it has mountains, desert, coastal areas and rich coral reefs.
The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!
Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Frenchmen are like gunpowder, each by itself smutty and contemptible, but mass them together and they are terrible indeed!
I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,- His eyes are in his mind.
That which you bestow freely and willingly will bring you all the happy luck that a grateful universe knows how to return.
I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.
When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter--someone new? Someone better--maybe YOU!
The way I would live my life is: never do something in real life that I would not want to write about in my Autobiography.
Find happiness in tribulation, too. Find it in joy alone and you could lose it, sooner or later, and be left with nothing.
O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.
Agatha Christie's writing is incredibly skillful because her books are incredibly intellectually puzzling and challenging.
I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.
So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality.
Indulgence in frivolous speech not only reveals one's lack of moral character, but it deprives him of good qualities also.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
Art's primary social function is to define the communal self, which includes redefining it when the community is changing.
Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It's all for the experience.
Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.
At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.
What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.
War can only be qualified by its object, and there is neither foreign war nor civil war, there is only just or unjust war.
What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.
He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.
There's so much stuff being written! Every year, how many books come out? I can't keep up, and I read a lot. It's amazing.
Clear, unscaleable ahead, Rise the mountains of instead From whose cold, cascading streams None may drink except in dreams
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.
In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.
And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.
No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate, Mankind inanimate phantasy.
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.
I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart.
We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love
By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.