Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.
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Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, What a big book for such a little head! Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink! Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. I never again shall tell you what I think. I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly; You will not catch me reading any more: I shall be called a wife to pattern by; And some day when you knock and push the door, Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;...
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let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air.
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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen depart, be lost, but climb.
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''Violence' vs. Passivism: Last Century's 'Underground Railroad' illegally helped human slaves escape from bondage. They recognized the laws that legalized slavery were morally wrong and should not be legitimized with compliance. They risked their own freedom by violating the property rights of slave owners and leading slaves to freedom. Today, the Animal Liberation Front (ALF) risk their freedom to liberate innocent animals that are immorally abused/injured/murdered by actions that violate the property rights of animal abusers. Animals are covertly removed from danger and placed in foster care facilities. Torturing equipment like stereotaxic devices/decapitators/restraining devices, etc. are damaged or destroyed to prevent their further use. No human or non-human animal is ever harmed in any way.'
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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.
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By this time he has tested his first plough, / And studied his last chapter of St John.
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Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness—presently Every bed is narrow.
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Where there is charity and wisdom, there is neither fear nor ignorance. Where there is patience and humility, there is neither anger nor vexation. Where there is poverty and joy, there is neither greed nor avarice. Where there is peace and meditation, there is neither anxiety nor doubt.
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How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers/The buck in the snow.
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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
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Once while St. Francis of Assisi was hoeing his garden, he was asked, What would you do it you were suddenly to learn that you were to die at sunset today? He replied, I would finish hoeing my garden.
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Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.
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this wonder fled, Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
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Children are guilty of unpardonable rudeness when they spit in the face of a companion; neither are they excusable who spit from windows or on walls or furniture.
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And she (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
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My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.
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Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.
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Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
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A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.
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God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
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Marital intercourse is certainly holy, lawful and praiseworthy in itself and profitable to society, yet in certain circumstances it can prove dangerous, as when through excess the soul is made sick with venial sin, or through the violation and perversion of its primary end, killed by mortal sin; such perversion, detestable in proportion to its departure from the true order, being always mortal sin, for it is never lawful to exclude the primary end of marriage which is the procreation of children.
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Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.
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It's not true that life is one damn thing after another it is one damn thing over and over.
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It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.
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Sweet sounds, oh, beautiful music, do not cease! Reject me not into the world again....
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My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
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People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars.…and they pass by themselves without wondering.
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