Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
I cannot endure the horror, the evil, which comes to self in solitude.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
The great community of mankind had been subdivided into ten thousand communities, each organized for the ruin of the other.
a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we have concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses?
A dream has power to poison sleep.
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
I love tranquil solitude.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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