Who judges best of a Man, his Enemies or himself?
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men. . . re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Happiness, not in another place but this place. . . not for another hour, but this hour.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
We were together. I forget the rest.
You can't be crazy and wild when you're on work time. But, I like it, in that sense I think it makes you a better person for having matured at a younger age.
The pain of childbirth is not remembered. It's the child that's remembered.
How wondrous familiar is a fool!
Love, the most generous passion of the mind The softest refuge innocence can find