This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For read more

This Tharsus, o'er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld but wond'red at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned,
Like one another's glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight;
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Pain is never permanent.

Pain is never permanent.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling
you seem to say so.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no
small one, in the real misfortunes read more

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no
small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.