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But no words will change my desire / My determination born of love / My will to set my eccentric sight / On an ever exquisite dawn
Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.
He who does not seek advice is a fool. His folly blinds him to Truth and makes him evil, stubborn, and a danger to his fellow man.
We have to raise the consciousness; the only way poets can change the world is to raise the consciousness of the general populace.
Praise is sometimes a good thing for the diffident and the despondent. It teaches them properly to rely on the kindness of others.
It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.
I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?
Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.
You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
It is the greatest of all mistakes to begin life with the expectation that it is going to be easy, or with the wish to have it so.
The situation was kind of complicated in that my mother didn't speak Spanish. My father spoke English, you know, as best he could.
O! Lover, Enjoyment on the soft body of a lotus is always risky and inconsistent because its route is always surrounded by thorns.
The fact is that blank pages inspire me with terror. What will I put on them? Will it be good enough? Will I have to throw it out?
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.
We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.
The ruling class isn't dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals.
The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.
Part of what the imagination does later in life is it's linking you not just to who you are now but to all the people you've been.
I tell people not to write too soon about their lives. Writing about yourself too young is loaded with psychological complexities.
I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference.
Deep in the wild mountains, is a strange marketplace,where you can trade the hassle and noise of everyday life, for eternal Light.
My parents had to go to Ohio to get married in 1965 because it was still illegal in Mississippi. My white father and black mother.
Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you."
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by authors of simile and>metaphor.
The Pig, if I am not mistaken, Supplies us sausage, ham, and Bacon. Let others say his heart is big, I think it stupid of the Pig.
If you are really Master of your Fate, it shouldn't make any difference to you whether Cleopatra or the Bearded Lady is your mate.
There is only one way to achieve happiness on this terrestrial ball, and that is to have either a clear conscience or none at all.
Envy, slothful vice, Never makes its way in lofty characters, But, like the skulking viper, creeps and crawls Close to the ground.
It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.
A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks - but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more then a loan.
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive
God must have a weird sense of values, and if there's a Judgment Day, as some folks think, He's going to have a lot to answer for.
I still believe in this country, that it can fulfill the destiny Blake and Whitman envisioned. I still believe in American poetry.
Who will ever give counsel, if the counsel be judged by the event, and if it be not found wise, shall therefore be thought wicked?
Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.
I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer.
Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
There's a quality we could call vertical attention, which is an attention upward toward ancestors, spiritual states, angels, gods.
I think more and more people are recognizing how much adults and elders are actually needed. That's a gift of the sibling society.
But our gusty emotions say to me that we have / Tasted heaven many times: these delicacies / Are left over from some larger party.
Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave 's narrowness, though not its peace.
People ask me why I connected. It was presumptuous of me to say, but I'm Everyman. The difference is I put my thoughts into words.
I don't do much of anything consciously in writing - in poetry writing, anyway, prose usually being a different matter, of course.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
This Love has whispered secrets in your ear that don't make sense to anybody else. You know who You are. You are the shining star.
We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear