In dreams begins responsibility.
Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.
Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
When a man grows old his joy Grows more deep day after day, His empty heart is full at length But he has need of all that strength Because of the increasing Night That opens her mystery and fright.
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to cook it.
I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.
In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.
Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.
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