I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst.
I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst.
We walk
on the skin
Of life.
Beauty never slumbers All is in her name But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?
Gay the lights of Heaven show!
What the customer demands is last year's model, cheaper. To find out what the customer needs you have to understand what the customer is doing as well as he understands it. Then you build what he needs and you educate him to the fact that he needs it.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
L am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go but I am not resigned.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
I know I might have lived in such a way
As to have suffered only pain:
Loving not man nor dog;
Not money, even; feeling
Toothache perhaps, but never more than an hour away
From skill and novocaine;
Making no contacts, dealing with life through Agents, drinking
one cocktail, betting two dollars, wearing raincoats in the
rain.
No matter what party is in power;
No matter what temporarily expedient combination of allied
interests wins the war;
Shall love you always.
You and I have nothing to do with music.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive.
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where its going.
For a spirit spent in death.
Lo, at last the face of light!
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through But East and West will pinch the heart That cannot keep them pushed apart And he whose soul is flatthe sky Will cave in on him by and by.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you I do not love you Thursday - So much is true.
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough.
Hear us, in what sharp need we cry!
Time can make soft that iron wood.
A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.
We were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired of honest things, I lied.
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood.
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand.
And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow ... Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
Ere spring was going-ah, spring is gone!
Love is not all it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.
It is apparent that there is no death.
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
That's troubled with that and this;
But they all would give the life they live
For a look from the man I kiss!
There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
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