Tired of knocking at Preferment's door. |
To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive |
Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go? / Soon will the high midsummer pomps come on. |
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men |
Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again. |
Use your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge |
Use your gifts faithfully, and they shall be enlarged; practice what you know, and you shall attain to higher knowledge |
Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall. |
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/ The other powerless to be born. |
We cannot kindle when we will / The fire which in the heart resides, / The spirit bloweth and is still, / In mystery our soul abides. |
When we first saw the news of the bombing we didn't know he was out there [in Bali], |
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole: / The mellow glory of the Attic stage. |
With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair. |
Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, / More fortunate, alas! than we, / Which without hardness will be sage, / And gay without frivolity. |
You will be out of the lives of free people everywhere. Your face will be off the coins and with that, your arrogant, undue influence. Everywhere. ... Everywhere. .. Every. ... |