Men learn little from others' experience. But in the life of one man, never The same time returns. Sever The cord, shed the scale. Only The fool, fixed in his folly, may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns
O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.
No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job.. Poetry. Remains one person talking to another.. No poet can write a poem of amplitude unless he is the master of the prosaic.
Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house Under a windy knob.
Where the bricks are fallen We will build with new stone Where the beams are rotten We will build with new timbers Where the word is unspoken We will build with new speech There is work together A Church for all And a job for each Every man to his work.
And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is shall shadow The man that pretends to be.
The soul of Man must quicken to creation.
All things become less real, man passes From unreality to unreality.
Servant of God has chance of greater sin And sorrow, than the man who serves a king. For those who serve the greater cause may make the cause serve them, Still doing right: and striving with political men May make that cause political, not by what they do But by what they are.
The man who returns will have to meet The boy who left.