As Mayor, I will fully support my Arts Commission and its professional selection committees so that they can commission a full range of public art that is daring and, when appropriate, daringly traditional.
Historians will have to face the fact that natural selection determined the evolution of cultures in the same manner as it did that of species.
The best history is but like the art of Rembrandt; it casts a vivid light on certain selected causes, on those which were best and greatest; it leaves all the rest in shadow and unseen.
How can you expect to dwell with God forever, if you so neglect and forsake him here?
When indeed it is in God we live, and move, and have our being. We cannot draw a breath without his help.
He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.
You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together... it's the only way to survive.
Common sense is a chaotic aggregate of disparate conceptions, and one can find there anything that one like.
Since defeat in the Struggle must always be envisaged, the preparation of one's own successors is as important as what one does for victory.
I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust death As I have trusted life. I am moving Toward a new freedom
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
From heart to heart a heartbeat staggers, looking for a haven. Bereft. It is easier to enter heaven than to pass through each others' eyes
The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book." ( , 3 October 1892)
The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.
I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers; I remember all you forget. I will die as many times as you make me over again.
Poet To mask the fiery thought, in simple words succeeds. For still the craft of genius is, To mask a king in weeds
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough." "True - true," I replied;
