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In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!
Natural ability is by far the best, but many men have succeeded in winning high renown by skill that is the fruit of teaching.
We live in our own world , A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.
Halloween means that young girls dress up in highly sexualized outfits that would never be acceptable if it weren't Halloween.
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.
Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings.
Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.
Welcome to Israel, where the beaches are great, the fruit is succulent, the landscape is mesmerizing, and all of it is stolen.
If the secret of being a bore is to tell all, the secret of pleasing is to say just enough to be -not understood, but divined.
When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is born.
I have a high guilt quotient. A poem can go through as many as 50 or 60 drafts. It can take from a day to two years-or longer.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.
He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through
I own I never really warmed To the reformer or reformed. And yet conversion has its place Not halfway down the scale of grace.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked And tripped the body, shot the spirit on Further than target ever showed or shone.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.
And when my own Mark Antony Against young Caesar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms, The cause was,--all for love.
And have they fixed the where, and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's thirty thousand Cornish men, Will know the reason why!
Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.
Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.
Listen to presences inside poems, Let them take you where they will. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises.
Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.
In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.
In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.
Look at me as many times as you wish, but you won’t get to know me! Since you have last seen me, I’ve changed a hundred times!
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.
Oh! she was good as she was fair. None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her.
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead.
I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.
Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man
But metre itself implies a passion , i.e. a state of excitement, both in the Poet's mind, & is expected in that of the Reader.
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
Within my body are all the sacred places of the world, and the most profound pilgrimage I can ever make is within my own body.
Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.
What I've said before, only half in joke, is that everybody in Ireland is famous. Or, maybe better, say everybody is familiar.
I want to go everywhere, look at and listen to everything. You can go crazy with some of the wonderful stuff there is in life.
Bjork is one of my oldest friends so we share the friendship and common roots. That is what we build on when we work together.
the first day i shot dope was on a sunday. i had just come home from church got mad at my mother cuz she got mad at me. u dig?
It is better to do your own duty badly than to perfectly do an others; when you do your duty, you are naturally free from sin.
There’s a level at which words are spirit and paper is skin. That’s the fascination of archives. There’s still a bodily trace.
I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.
Born with blue spectacles, you would think the world was blue and never be conscious of the existence of the distorting glass.