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To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.
For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state.
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.
The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest.
I started to write when I was eighteen or nineteen. However, until I was about twenty-three, I didn't take it that seriously.
The greater evil who is in- When both in wayward paths are straying? The poor sinner for the pain Or he who pays for the sin?
When we read, even if the characters are tragic or sad or disturbing, these are our brothers and sisters in the human family.
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it! A moon and a sun. A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can't hear it!
I sense that striving for wholeness is, increasingly, a countercultural goal, as fragmented people make for better consumers.
I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.
You learn nothing if you carry with you a journalistic system of values, which is invented to save reporters from experience.
He that tries to seize an opportunity after it has passed him by is like one who sees it approach but will not go to meet it.
There's a ton of good art and music and writing out there offline among a ton of trash, and the same goes with what's online.
Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.
Imagination should be integrated with life, not turned into a separate activity, art, that monopolizes one's whole existence.
Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.
I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—
Whatever science and philosophy may do for mankind, the world can never outgrow its need of the simplicity that is in Christ.
I believe God is a poet; every religion in our history was made of poems and songs, and not a few of them had books attached.
Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.
Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.
Human reason is a pin dancing on the head of an angel, so small is it in comparison to the Divine vastness that encircles us.
What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!
This life is a war we are not yet winning for our daughters' children. Don't do your enemies' work for them. Finish your own.
I will bring you a whole person, You will bring me a whole person, And we will have us twice as much, Of love and everything.
But I tend to think of the expressive part of me as rather tedious - never curious or responsive, but blind and self-serving.
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
I also like poems that are haunted by a structure or a narrative, or poems that frisk flirtatiously at the boundary of sense.
Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
All this I bear, for, what I seek, I know: Peace, peace is what I seek, and public calm: Endless extinction of unhappy hates.
I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.
each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of literature.
The most difficult part for me is feeling connected to the people that I love but always being on the go to different places.
If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.
... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.
To support those of your rights authorized by Heaven, destroy everything rather than yield; that is the spirit of the Church.
If my heart is broken, I should be thankful that I was blessed to have loved but I cannot live that wisely. That's why I cry.
Watch your life as if it were a film. Absorb everything. What you see, hear, and feel will stamp every alphabet of your work.
Basketball, a game which won't be fit for people until they set the basket umbilicus-high and return the giraffes to the zoo.
To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you're wrong, admit it; Whenever you're right, shut up.
A teddy bear is your childhood wrapped up in faded yellow fur, and as such, he commands affection long after he is out grown.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
I tweet when the tweet arrives. Never force a tweet or you will hurt your babymaker - and this is true of literature as well.
We are told that when Hölderlin went 'mad,' he constantly repeated, 'Nothing is happening to me, nothing is happening to me.'
Spirit, Patience, Gentleness, All that can adorn and bless Art thou let deeds, not words, express Thine exceeding loveliness.
The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.