Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Help yourself, and Heaven will help you.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

Who heeds not experience, trust him not.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Genius must be born, it can't be taught.

They think too little who talk too much.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

God never made his work for man to mend.

She who has never loved has never lived.

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

Without style, there can be no identity.

My side ain't chosen. My side was given.

The days that make us happy make us wise

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

That power Which erring men call Chance.

For what is glory but the blaze of fame?

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

A short retirement urges a sweet return.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

The truthe wakes up once and never dies.

Poetry is what is gained in translation.

... privation is the source of appetite.

Honesty is praised and left in the cold.

I sell mirrors in the city of the blind.

The sun is within me and so is the moon.

Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.

I'm a writer who likes to be influenced.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness

Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

doubts, like facts, are stubborn things.

Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

You cannot play for safety and make art.

Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon.

Are we not like two volumes of one book?

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

poetry is where the language is renewed.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

War is what happens when language fails.

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