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When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.
You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.
The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.
The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.
I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?
Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven.
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire.
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain!
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?
Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.
O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.