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When I am in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.
I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood.
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, Will be of serious consequence to you, When they have made you once ridiculous.
Does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?
Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside; It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waterswide.
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.
Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.
It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly.
How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.
You must not think That we are made of stuff so fat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger And think it pastime.
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.
Be merry all, be merry all, With holly dress the festive hall; Prepare the song, the feast, the ball, To welcome merry Christmas.
One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Come let us be friends for once. Let us make life easy on us. Let us be loved ones and lovers. The earth shall be left to no one.
It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.
The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
All possible means were used by the infatuated parents to conclude the bargain; and deception put an end to these usual artifices.
I was just so surprised at the impeccable images I had in my head that I just had to express them in some sort of physical matter.
So we led our lives in nature and spent a lot of time together as a family. That's how we picked things up and learned about life.
Anything which throws light upon the Universe, anything which reveals us to ourselves, should be welcome in this world of riddles.
And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed? My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God!
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.