The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.
And so upon this wise I prayed,-- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours But large enough for me.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Into his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Where thou art, that is home.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails Assent, and you are sane; Demur,--you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.
...the fog is rising.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all!By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. - "The Liberty Song".
Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.
I ask not a life for the dear ones, All radiant, as others have done, But that life may have just enough shadow To temper the glare of the sun; I would pray God to guard them from evil, But my prayer would bound back to myself: Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner, But a sinner must pray for himself.
God preaches, a noted clergyman, And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson.
The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!
They say golf is like life, but don't believe them. Golf is more complicated than that.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.
The twig is so easily bended I have banished the rule and the rod: I have taught them the goodness of knowledge, They have taught me the goodness of God; My heart is the dungeon of darkness, When I shut them for breaking a rule; My frown is sufficient correction; My love is the law of the school.