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What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
The problem for the King is just how strict The lack of liberty, the squeeze of the law And discipline should be in school and state.
It is only a moment here and a moment there that the greatest writer has. Some cognizance of the fact must be taken in your teaching.
Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.
All are friends in heaven, all faithful friends, And many friendships in the days of Time Begun, are lasting there and growing still.
Whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that is sin to you, however, innocent it may be in itself.
The "Otherizing" of women is the oldest oppression known to our species, and it's the model, the template, for all other oppressions.
Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
Whoever interrupts the conversation of others to make a display of his fund of knowledge, makes notorious his own stock of ignorance.
It would be nice if all the Republicans could put poetry in a little box and put the box under the bed and sit on it, but they can't.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
We must not be guilty of taking the law into our own hands, and converting it from what it really is to what we think it ought to be.
Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.
Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die?
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you..." "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself.
If I were a doctor nobody would be inviting me to talk to reservations. I'd be a different person. Writers can influence more people.
In America, we have to learn to be patient enough to figure out what somebody is saying. Somebody might actually be saying something.
Some poets marry a language; some have affairs with it; some treat it as a parent, some as a child, some as an equal, or as a friend.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don't have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular job.
One who cannot live in harmony with others is regarded as an ignorant fool, even if he happens to be very learned in various matters.
When a man cuts himself absolutely adrift from custom, what an astonishingly light spar floats him! How few his wants are, after all!
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold; The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood was thin and old.
The sense itself was I. I felt no dross or matter in my soul, no brims or borders, such as in a bowl we see. My essence was capacity.
A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.
I don't know how anyone can see the Hubble 'Deep Field' image and not feel like something else is going about its business out there.
Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.
When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.
...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.
Having children can be such a gift, but it can be a crushing experience for a certain kind of mom. And I am that certain kind of mom.
It's a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine.
The prologues are over. It is a question, now, Of final belief. So, say that final belief Must be in a fiction. It is time to choose.
O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.
O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?