Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
You only live twice: Once when you are born And once when you look death in the face
We love the things we love for what they are.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!
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