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Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.
Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives.
Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Romantic souvenirs had a way of attaching themselves to one when one wanted to move on, but they were not to be taken seriously.
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
In adversity be spirited and firm, and with equal prudence lessen your sail when filled with a too fortunate gale of prosperity.
Excellence when concealed, differs but little from buried worthlessness. [Lat., Paullum sepultae distat inertiae Celata virtus.]
He despises what he sought; and he seeks that which he lately threw away. [Lat., Quod petit spernit, repetit quod nuper omisit.]
In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.
Everything that ever happened is still happening. Past, present and future keep happening in the eternity which is Here and Now.
Today the U.S. is farther from being nourished by poetry than it was a hundred years ago, when books of poems were best-sellers.
A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!
Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.
Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.
The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.
Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.
Life is beautiful. He who reads that As in the window of some distant, speeding train Knows what he wants, and what will befall.
I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.
I'm not fond of crowds. I'm no jittery neurotic, but I don't really want to be surrounded by a lot of people if I have a choice.
...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.
Around the mighty master came The marvels which his pencil wrought, Those miracles of power whose fame Is wide as human thought.
Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.
Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there - well or poorly.
After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life.
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
I want our young Latinos and Latinas to write their hearts out and express their hearts out and let us all listen to each other.
Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasions of love among and between peoples.
Be, as many now are, luxurious to yourself, parsimonious to your friends. [Lat., Esto, ut nunc multi, dives tibi pauper amicis.]
A child is owed the greatest respect; if you have ever have something disgraceful in mind, don't ignore your son's tender years.
Admire the diamond that can bear the hits of a hammer. Many deceptive preachers, when critically examined, turn out to be false.
Haul up the flag, you mourners, Not half-mast but all the way; The funeral is done and disbanded; The devil's had the final say.
Since philosophy now criticizes everything it comes across, a critique of philosophy would be nothing less than a just reprisal.
All thinking of the religious man is etymological, a reduction of all concepts to the original intuition, to the characteristic.
The few existing writings against Kantian philosophy are the most important documents in the case history of sound common sense.
Every good man progressively becomes God. To become God, to be man, and to educate oneself, are expressions that are synonymous.
While woman sheds the Blood of Life each moon at menstruation, man can only shed the blood of death through warfare and killing.
You can only see one thing clearly, and that is your goal. Form a mental vision of that, and cling to it through thick and thin.
Love is not without its flaws. The stronger the love, the more it tests you. Compassion and empathy will make true love persist.