What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. [Lat., Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exaestuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.]
FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH Fire has left the hearth Nautilus climbed from shell Perfume flowed from bottle Prisoner gone from cell Butterfly flutterbied cocoon nor hand restrained by glove Jesus away from manger Cage left by Spirit Dove. Sparklings soared away from wand. Chick's egg become the bird. Omkar sung from out the throat Violin's notes now heard. Buddhist temple pine cone tabernacle'd godlet seed Shattered that it might manifest thousand forests of fir tree Eternal snow of mountain top now nurses meadow flowers. Shining never held by sun relentless melts ice towers. Love has left its spring the heart Is now a liquid pond Host stolen from the chalice consumed in mouth of God Starlight abandoned star a billion years ago Left that tonight you might have its sight and know Know Love is forever no drop of God ever dies Lover not bound by form of love God's bodies are not God's souls (to his wife and children on the death of Robert S) (Baba Hari Das: is the author of love is more powerful than lover for love is not bound by form).
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
Give people enough guidance to make the decisions you want them to make. Don't tell them what to do, but encourage them to do what is best.
A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink-drop soileth the pure white page.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness. [Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito maeror levaretur.]
Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.
The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.
Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.
Why should (need) a man die who has sage in his garden? [Lat., Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto?]
Of all the garden herbes none is of greater vertue than sage.
Whatever task that you undertake, do it with all your heart and soul. Always be courteous, never be discouraged. Beware of him who promises something for nothing. Do not blame anybody for your mistakes and failures. Do not look for approval except in the consciousness of doing your best. -Bernard M. Baruch.
True creativity quite simply starts with balancing your emotions and activating the power of the heart. Through practicing emotional management from the heart, you tap into the highest form of creativity possible-recreating your perceptions of reality. -Doc Childre.
Listening to your heart is not simple. Finding out who you are is not simple. It takes a lot of hard work and courage to get to know who you are and what you want. -Sue Bender.