Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
Art and poetry cannot do without one another. Yet the two words are far from being synonymous. By Art I mean the creative or producing, work-making activity of the human mind. By Poetry I mean, not the particular art which consists in writing verses, but a process both more general and more primary: that intercommunication between the inner being of things and the inner being of the human Self which is a kind of divination (as was realized in ancient times; the Latin vates was both a poet and a diviner). Poetry, in this sense, is the secret life of each and all of the arts.
Barba non facit philosophum
Don't let the bastards grind you down.
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
No master can make me swear blind obedience.
He who has lost his money-belt will go where you wish.
The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?
While there's life, there's hope.
The glory is for those who deserve.
Every man is the artisan of his own fortune.
No," I replied testily. "I'm pretty sure 'digital' is Latin for 'fingeral,' so finger cancer equals digital cancer. This is all basic anatomy, Dr. Roland." The Dr. Roland told me that he thought I was overreacting, and the "fingeral" wasn't even a real word. Then I told him that I though he was underreacting, probably because he's embarrassed that he doesn't know how Latin works. Then he claimed that "underrecating" isn't a word either. The man has a terrible bedside manner.
Jokes aside, let us turn to serious matters.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
I hope that the memory of our friendship will be everlasting.
Don't carry logs into the forest.
No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.
Don't waste the opportunity.
He, who has blended the useful with the sweet, has gained every point .
The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.
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