My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

Within you right now is the power to do things you never dreamed possible. This power becomes available to you read more

Within you right now is the power to do things you never dreamed possible. This power becomes available to you just as you can change your beliefs.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

We cannot live by power, and a culture that seeks to live by it becomes brutal and sterile. But we read more

We cannot live by power, and a culture that seeks to live by it becomes brutal and sterile. But we can die without it.

A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough read more

A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.

O what is it proud slime will not believe
Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised
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O what is it proud slime will not believe
Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised
Thus with the gods?

Those have most power to hurt us, that we love

Those have most power to hurt us, that we love

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.