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I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
For still in mutual sufferance lies The secret of true living; Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving.
The great eventful Present hides the Past; but through the din Of its loud life hints and echoes from the life behind steal in.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
Most people don't know that Congo Square was originally a Muscogee ceremonial ground... in New Orleans, the birthplace of jazz.
A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.
For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed. [Lat., Nam scelus intra se tacitum qui cogitat ullum, Facti crimen habet.]
To reach your goal authentically is probably, in the end, going to mean much more to you than having reached it in a false way.
You can't show me a sentence, word, or phoneme that is meaningless; by its nature, language is packed with meaning and emotion.
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
The thirst of soul is sweeter than the wine of material things, and the fear of spirit is dearer than the security of the body.
Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.
The authors of book reviews would consider themselves dishonored were they to mention, as they should, the subject of the book.
The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.
Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
In the end, I'm really interested in people and what we do with our short time here on earth. I'm interested in the human soul.
I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.
I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.
I'm a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don't like multitasking. When I'm doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.
My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.
Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion.
A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.
I have a notion that if you are going to be spiritually curious, you better not get cluttered up with too many material things.
Our prayer will never grow obsolete, no matter what other ideas or philosophies may appear, or what other measures may be taken
Nature herself seems, I say, to take the pen out of his hand, and to write for him with her own bare, sheer, penetrating power.
Man errs not that he deems His welfare his true aim, He errs because he dreams The world does but exist that welfare to bestow.
But so many books thou readest, But so many schemes thou breedest, But so many wishes feedest, That thy poor head almost turns.
The eloquent voice of our century uttered, shortly before leaving the world, a warning cry against the "Anglo- Saxon contagion.
The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.
I think you just have to do you, whatever that is, and not feel like you have to be a certain way for other people to like you.
I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.
To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.
This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die.
What is lawful is undesirable; what is unlawful is very attractive. [Lat., Quod licet est ingratum quod non licet acrius urit.]
For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry.
War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.
The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.
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.
And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
I keep the drafts of each poem in color-coded folders. I pick up the folders according to how I feel about that color that day.
Every breath taken in by the man Who loves, and the woman who loves, Goes to fill the water tank Where the spirit horses drink.
Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.