Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd.
May I govern my passions with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation.
And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth it's spark.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past."
O Death! O Change! O Time! Without you, O! the insufferable eyes Of these poor Might-Have-Beens, These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.
To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.
With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne, And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.
I worked with patience which means almost power.
And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne his face Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
Or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
Have patience with all things, but first of all with yourself.
Acquaintance without patience is like a candle with no light.
Jesus' Fig Tree He did belittle you.. but soon he'll bebig you.. and in the spring with blooms he will wig you.. in summer he'll summon a jade garb to resprig you.. and in the fall on patient twigs with fresh fruit he'll refig you.
Patience is power; with time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes silk.
The die was now cast; I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink, live or die, survive or perish with my country was my unalterable determination.