Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the read more

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged

Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.

Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.

Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.

Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.

I quickly laugh at everything for fear of having to cry.

I quickly laugh at everything for fear of having to cry.

There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness, revelry, high life.

There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness, revelry, high life.

There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind read more

There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.

When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the read more

When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.