She dreams of him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.
'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
That man that hath a tongue$$$ I say is no man$$$ if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
Laughter's all the damned thing's fit for.
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
<p>Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a <em>great</em> artist--a master ... can look at an old woman$$$ portray her <em>exactly</em> as she is ... and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be ...
<p>I decline to accept the end of man... I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal$$$ not because he alone among the creatures has an inexhaustible voice$$$ but because he has a soul$$$ a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's$$$ the writer's$$$ duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart$$$ by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past.
<p>...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time$$$ but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair$$$ and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.</p>
<p>The minute I heard my first love story$$$I started looking for you$$$ not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.</p>
<p>Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing$$$ there is a field. I'll meet you there.</p>