That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.
For whom, he thought, that splendor?
American Splendor is just an ongoing journal. It's an ongoing autobiography. I started it when I was in my early 30s, and I just keep going.
A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.
It's the Power of the Almighty, the Splendor of Nature, and then you.
I came up with American Splendor. Some people think it's American Squalor.
A child does not notice the greatness and the beauty of nature and the splendor of God in his works.
It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.
There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.
Teach us that wealth is not elegance, that profusion is not magnificence, that splendor is not beauty.
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.
Idle is the day and lantern the hour as I delight in the splendor of your kiss grog.
I have departed from this planet and I have left behind my poor earthly ones with their occupations which are as many as they are useless; at last I am living in the scintillating splendor of the stars, each of which used to seem to me as large as millions of suns.
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
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