Poet Quotes

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

The words of truth are simple.

Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.

God's most lordly gift to man is decency of mind.

By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

But time growing old teaches all things.

Time brings all things to pass.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

Call no man happy till he is dead.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning to sail my ship.

From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

We live on the leash of our senses.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Success produces success, just as money produces money.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.

Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.