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.
The days that make us happy make us wise
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.
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 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?
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.
The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.
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.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell.
Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
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.
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.
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
Love is a flame to burn out human wills,
Love is a flame to set the will on fire,
Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.
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