When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
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.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
A grave is such a quiet place.
Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free.
Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
Life has no friend.
I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.
Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling him down.
Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.
It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
It's little I know what's in my heart,What's in my mind it's little I know,But there's that in me must up and start,And it's little I care where my feet go.
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.
If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
I hate people but I love gatherings.
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
I find that I never lose Bach. I don't know why I have always loved him so. Except that he is so pure, so relentless and incorruptible, like a principle of geometry.
it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.
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