In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
Quote by Robert Browning
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
God is the perfect poet.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch...
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:...
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...
Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.
I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty...
Progress is The law of life, man is not man as yet
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
Who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once.
When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, For...
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.
I shall always be a priest of love.
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go
I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.