Sometimes the only thing which truly tempts us is the thing which we cannot have.
For I bless God in the libraries of the learned and for all the booksellers in the world.
Glorious the song, when God's the theme.
There is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest, for there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.
Sweet the young muse with love intense, Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence.
For the flowers are great blessings. For the Lord made a Nosegay in the meadow with his disciples and preached upon the lily. For the flowers have great virtues for all senses. For the flower glorifies God and the root parries the adversary. For the flowers have their angels even the words of God's creation. For there is a language of flowers. For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.
right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.
The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to poets. . . . Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked. No, we poets have to go naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people; a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?
I think some musicians can almost forget that the stage is something to do something on, even if that thing is standing still.
I'm always weeping at something or other.