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Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid
Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
There is no happiness in life, there is no misery like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
It has often been observed that the repercussion of poetic language on prose language can be considered a decisive cut of a whip.
There are two miracles in Canadian history. The first is the survival of French Canada, and the second is the survival of Canada.
Take the wold, but give me Jesus; In His cross my trust shall be, Till, with clearer, brighter vision Face to face my Lord I see.
The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.
There’s beauty all around our paths, If but our watchful eyes Can trace it ’midst familiar things, And through their lowly guise.
I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
All pleasure is a vice, for seeking pleasure is what everybody does in life, and the only dark vice is doing what everybody does.
I would like The Discovery of Poetry to be a field guide to the natural pleasures of language - a happiness we were born to have.
Poetry endures when it possesses passionate and primally sincere clarity in the service of articulating universal human concerns.
People were always hungry, bullied, afraid, paranoid - so I just thought I'd show that in the novel in a kind of suffocating way.
If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.
O'er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold- One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
Fold him in his country's stars. Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars, What but death bemocking folly?
Who says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timbered, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.
Let me come in when you are weeping, friend, and let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand.
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.
There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.
O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!
The art of utterance persuades initially by its music and its rhythm, before semiotic or personal characteristics come into play.
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast.
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.
At the beginning of the cask and the end take thy fill but be saving in the middle; for at the bottom the savings comes too late.
Let's put a limit to the scramble for money. ... Having got what you wanted, you ought to begin to bring that struggle to an end.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once. [Lat., Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda semel via leti.]
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.
The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
I think there's no excuse for the American poetry reader not knowing a good deal about what is going on in the rest of the world.
Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.
I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.
Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet.
History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.
Sometimes, all it takes is one gesture, one word, to change the course of someone's life. Even if you know it won't last forever.
I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.
I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.
Busy work brings after ease; Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; For young and old, of all degrees, The mingled lot is best.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
When the punk rock thing happened, I thought, 'Right, I have one chance here to be seen as part of some wider social phenomenon.'
Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.