All things unto me are queries That from normalness depart, And their ceaseless asking wearies My heart. Things are and seem, and nothing bears The secret of the life it wears. All things' presence e'er is asking Questions of disturbing pain With dreadful hesitation tasking My brain How false is truth? How much doth seem Since...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are...
“You may have flaws, live anxious, and sometimes get angry, but never forget that your life is the biggest company in the world. And you can keep it from going bankrupt. There are many people who need, admire and cheer for you. I wish that you always...
Ideal and beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And with their sound for a moment return other sounds from the first poetry of our...
AEQUAM MEMENTO To keep the soul serene even when we come upon The arduous, and yet remain moderately unmoved When gifts roll in, well, that's my advice for you, Friend Dellius, for you are mortal too. Evenness is good, Whether disasters make Everything crooked, or whether you Can enjoy Sipping, while you...
I counted my years and realized that I have less time to live by, than I have lived so far. I feel like a child who won a pack of candies: at first, he ate them with pleasure but when he realized that there was little...
He didn’t know, King Kleomenis, he didn’t dare— he just didn’t know how to tell his mother a thing like that: Ptolemy’s demand, to guarantee their treaty, that she too go to Egypt and be held there as a hostage— a very humiliating, indecorous thing. And he would be about to...
Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing- is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty...
And since he thought it beautiful for each to be in another's embrace the large watering troughs filled with love the cattle lowered their heads gently, oxen and cows as though the world held no temptations as though knives were yet unknown "To endure peace you need strength," he said and circling...
A poor lad once and a lad so trim Gave his love to her that loved not him. And says she, "fetch me tonight you rogue" Your mother's heart to feed my dog! To his mother's house went that young man Killed her, and took the heart, and ran. And as...
