See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest.
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed: And somewhat pensively he wooed: He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending; Of serious faith, and inward glee; That was the song,--the song for me!
If the mind is open and awake then.... do the gods partake to fill the spaces inbetween the dreamer and his dream.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
I'll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open, and I'll do my looking back with my eyes closed.
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven!
All human history attests That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!-- Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
Economy is a way of spending money without getting any pleasure out of it.
Nothing is cheap which is superfluous, for what one does not need, is dear at a penny.
A penny saved is two pence clear, A pin a day's a groat a year.
Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.
Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.
Let honesty and industry be thy constant companions, and spend one penny less than thy clear gains; then shall thy pocket begin to thrive; creditors will not insult, nor want oppress, nor hungerness bite, nor nakedness freeze thee.
But to go to school in a summer morn, Oh, it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day-- In sighing and dismay.
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance!
Education's purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
I think everyone should go to college and get a degree and then spend six months as a bartender and six months as a cabdriver. Then they would really be educated.
Education's purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one.