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The more uniform a man's voice, step, manner of conversation, handwriting--the more quiet, uniform, settled, his actions, his character.
Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.
Abide with me from morn to eve, / For without Thee I cannot live: / Abide with me when night is nigh. / For without Thee I dare not die.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
When the new light which we beg for shines in upon us, there be [those] who envy and oppose, if it come not first in at their casements.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
Freedoms, like privileges, prevail or are imperiled together You cannot harm or strive to achieve one without harming or furthering all.
There's scarce a case comes on but you shall find A woman's at the bottom. [Lat., Nulla fere causa est in qua non femina litem moverit.]
But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.
The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
Women who have abortions are people you know. Because that is the truth! One in three American women will have an abortion by menopause.
Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.
God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.
Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.
Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.
An epic is not made by piecing together a set of heroic lays, adjusting their discrepancies and making them into a continuous narrative.
Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.
If you want to change things in the USA it's best not to spend all your time writing but to take action against the ol' sea of troubles.
Online writing is supplementary, complementary, another part of the whole, something that's only as important as one's investment in it.
The old proverb, applied to fire and water, may with equal truth be applied to the imagination - it is a good servant, but a bad master.
If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.
That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.
Once form has been smashed, it has been smashed for good, and once a forbidden subject has been released, it has been released for good.
Sometimes the briefest moments capture us, force us to take them in, and demand that we live the rest of our lives in reference to them.
I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.
Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected.
I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.
The use of "religion" as an excuse to repress the freedom of expression and to deny human rights is not confined to any country or time.
We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.
You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.
Poetry is a serious business; literature is the apparatus through which the world tries to keep intact its important ideas and feelings.
In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?
Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
The tougher the form the easier it is for me to handle the poem, because the form gives permission to be very gut honest about feelings.
Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing place.
Music is also one of the great heart openers. Sometimes, you hear the lyrics of a song and you dance, laugh, smile, or perhaps even cry.
Humanity is the higher meaning of our planet, the nerve that connects this part of it with the upper world, the eye it raises to heaven.
Opportunity is ever worth expecting; let your hood be ever hanging ready. The fish will be in the pool where you least imagine it to be.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.
It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.
The advocates of literal interpretation have been the most efficacious enemies of those doctrines whose nature they profess to venerate.
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
Whatever we are, whatever we make of ourselves, is all we will ever have - and that, in its profound simplicity, is the meaning of life.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.