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No age, sex, or condition is above or below the absolute necessity of modesty; but without it one is vastly beneath the rank of man.
They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom's cause.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else's.
Nothing in a portrait is a matter of indifference. Gesture, grimace, clothing, decor even - all must combine to realize a character.
the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.
People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.
yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut
I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.
The sinner is at the heart of Christianity. No one is as competent as the sinner in matters of Christianity. No one, except a saint.
I am a community social psychologist and a lot of my work deals with social work and helping people overcoming addiction and trauma.
Jesus lives, to Him the Throne Over all the world is given, May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in heaven. Alleluia!
Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness
There is probably no oral society that fails to mark the spatial distinction of left and right, peculiar as this distinction may be.
The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.
Poetry is one of the essential structures of civilization - carrying myth, ritual, 'tales of the tribe' and the essence of language.
I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.
Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.
And from the first declension of the flesh I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts Into the stony idiom of the brain.
This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.
And what I've found over time is that for me to write a poem that I think is worthy that I can live with, two things have to happen.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.
The most important thing in industry is the person who does the industry, which is the worker... Labor is the only source of wealth.
The bird Imagination, That flies so far, that dies so soon; Her wings are colored like the sun, Her breast is colored like the moon.
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
And in the mean time my songs will travel, And the devirginated young ladies will enjoy them when they have got over the strangeness
I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.
Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.
Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame; where vain-glory commands, there folly counsels; where pride rides, there shame lackeys.
All earthly delights are sweeter in expectation than in enjoyment; but all spiritual pleasures more in fruition than in expectation.
Nothing marks so much the solid advancement of a soul, as the view of one's wretchedness without anxiety and without discouragement.
We must avoid fastidiousness; neatness, when it is moderate, is a virtue; but when it is carried to an extreme, it narrows the mind.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
As the cat lapses into savagery by night, and barbarously explores the dark, so primal and titanic is a woman with the love madness.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
It is necessary to study these words you have written, for the words have a longer history than you have and say more than you know.
For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ's body in the heavenly light.
I believe in poetry as a way of surviving the emotional chaos, spiritual confusions and traumatic events that come with being alive.
Men are often (though not always) the pursuers for sex, just like women are often (though not always) the pursuers for conversation.
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.
Shipwreck in youth is sorrowful enough, but one looks for storms at the spring equinox. Yet it is the September equinox that drowns.
Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.