Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs Of coming mischief is thy great delight, Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.
Like his that lights a candle to the sun.
As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain; "In love there is no lack," thus I begin; "Fair words make fools," replieth he again; "Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I; "As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow"; "Fortune assists the boldest," I reply; "A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe"; "Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay"; "Light burden's heavy, if far borne"; Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away"; "Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn. And having thus awhile each other thwarted Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
Out of the sea the sun aborning Not adorned but all adorning with his awesome light of morning says to you Come! My Mavoorning!
Let your loins be girded about, and your light burning; And ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their lord, when he will return from the wedding; that when he cometh and knocketh, they may open unto him immediately.
Great innovators and original thinkers and artists attract the wrath of mediocrities as lightning rods draw the flashes.
The moment of enlightenment is when a person's dreams of possibilities become images of probabilities.
Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.
Every extreme attitude is a flight from the self.
The human understanding is no dry light, but receives infusion from the will and affections; which proceed sciences which may be called "sciences as one would." For what a man had rather were true he more readily believes. Therefore he rejects difficult things from impatience of research; sober things, because they narrow hope; the deeper things of nature, from superstition; the light of experience, from arrogance and pride; things not commonly believed, out of deference to the opinion of the vulgar. Numberless in short are the ways, and sometimes imperceptible, in which the affections color and infect the understanding.
Promptitude is not only a duty, but is also a part of good manners; it is favorable to fortune, reputation, influence, and usefulness; a little attention and energy will form the habit, so as to make it easy and delightful.
I bought an unction of a mountebank, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly, It may be death.
It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight with a verse given in a happy quotation than in the poem.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
O beautiful rainbow;--all woven of light! There's not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear. And, bending thee above, the angels draw near, And sing,--"The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here."
A rainbow in the morning Is the Shepherd's warning; But a rainbow at night Is the Shepherd's delight.
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One.
And still the Raven, never flitting, Still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming Of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow, That lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted--nevermore.
The delight of opening a new pursuit, or a new course of reading, imparts the vivacity and novelty of youth even to old age.
The real distinction is between those who adapt their purposes to reality and those who seek to mold reality in the light of their purposes.
Darkness is the absence of light. Absences do not exist. Sin does not exist -Rajneesh- (Love's Light is the only reality.. says the unified field theory of physics.. God is the only Doer).
This is our chief bane, that we live not according to the light of reason, but after the fashion of others. [Lat., Id nobis maxime nocet, quod non ad rationis lumen sed ad similitudinem aliorum vivimus.]