“Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.”

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

May books and nature be their early joy!

Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.”