Emotions and Feelings

Nothing so soon the drooping Spirits can raise, As Praises from the Men, whom all Men Praise.

Nothing so soon the drooping Spirits can raise, As Praises from the Men, whom all Men Praise.

the one that inspires all his deeds and designs, he would say, “I want to be praised.”

the one that inspires all his deeds and designs, he would say, “I want to be praised.”

Power is pleasure; and pleasure sweetens pain.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims.

Possessions delude the human heart into believing that they provide security and a worry-free existence, but in truth they are the very cause of worry.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words.

because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.

because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.

There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow isles of pain.

It is not shameful for man to succumb under pain, and it is shameful for him to succumb under pleasure.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.

Pain wastes the body; pleasures, the understanding.

When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure .

That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

In educating the young we use pleasure and pain as rudders to steer their course.

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.

It’s true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found.