Our Euripides the human,With his droppings of warm tears,and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach
Better farPursue a frivolous trade by serious means,Than a sublime art frivolously.
God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
I give the fight up let there be an end A privacy an obscure nook for me I want to be forgotten even by God.
True knowledge comes only through suffering.
And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak,Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that tiesMy hair...now could I but unloose my soul!We are sepulchred alive in this close world,And want more room.
Good to forgive Best to forget.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
Just for a handful of silver he left us Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it "Italy."
I only thoughtOf lying quiet there where I was thrownLike sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer herTo prick me to a pattern with her pin,Fibre from fibre, delicate leaf from leaf,And dry out from my drown...
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.
Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.