The only certain freedom’s in departure.
Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future’s sakes.
There is the fear that we shan’t prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won’t understand us and we shall be cut of from them.
Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other’s business.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
There’s nothing I’m afraid of like scared people.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been – alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.