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It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
Other people's interruptions of your work are relatively insignificant compared with the countless times you interrupt yourself.
Your best days are ahead of you. The movie starts when the guy gets sober and puts his life back together; it doesn't end there.
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
It's always good when women win things in fiction because it tends to be more male-dominated, unlike poetry, which is more equal
I will scrape and dig into every word as far as I can get, right down to the essence of the word, to the substance of the image.
Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.
True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.
That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.
Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.
it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.
It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.
Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew.
To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
Sometimes the art pieces I gravitate toward speak to me in terms of narrative, at other times they speak to me in terms of mood.
The people become more observant of justice, and do not refuse to submit to the laws when they see them obeyed by their enactor.
No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
I have spoken to expert audiences occasionally, but then no audience is expert over the whole range of things I want to explore.
The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our body, a double blessing.
When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.
The poet complains or points out the discontent that lies at the heart of man, the individual man, and how can that be redeemed?
In my life, I've seen enormous increase in the consumption of poetry. When I was young, there were virtually no poetry readings.
Why, after all, should readers never be harrowed? Surely there is enough happiness in life without having to go to books for it.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.
a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat
all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.
Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
How science dwindles, and how volumes swell, How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun!
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
The more we sympathize with excellence, the more we go out of self, the more we love, the broader and deeper is our personality.
If I had been a good student and an achiever, I might have been excited by a more systematic approach to writing than what I do.
I really just love reading. It's my favorite thing, performing my poems live. Reading by reading, I just kind of follow my nose.
Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
Oh! lovely voices of the sky Which hymned the Saviour's birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.
Rich people always have a certain degree of debt. Apparently it helps to reduce taxes. I'm not so hot on the bean-counting side.
I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.
True piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. It enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive.
There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.
And if the soul Is to know itself It is into a soul That it must look: The stranger and the enemy, we've seen him in the mirror.
The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.
I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.