Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.
Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.
Happiness was born a twin.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.
Critics are already made.
When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
My native land, good night!
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