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God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
Source: In The...
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a...
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
Source:...
There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our...
We live on the leash of our senses.
Source: A Natural History of the Senses,...
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at...
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in...
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the...
For though he had very little Latin beyond Cave canem, he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty...
I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.
My imagination longs to dash ahead and plan developments; but I have noticed that when things happen in one's...
Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.
Source: I Capture the...
Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.
Source: I Capture the Castle,...
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And...
I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me.
Source:...
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
Source: What Do I Care?, Flame and...
I make the most of all that comes,
And the least of all that goes.
Source: The...
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and...