I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.
The days that make us happy make us wise
Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.
To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.
And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, three hours in a seasick steamer, and after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak three times, and then I'll be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell.
Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
I have seen the Lady April bringing
Bringing the springing grass and the
soft warm April rain.
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