Pastoral Resources

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

I do not question the power of our weapons and the efficiency of our logistics; I cannot say these things delight me as the y seem to delight some of our officials, but they are certainly impressive.

The brave love mercy, and delight to save.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

It's a delight to trust somebody so completely.

Riches do not delight us so much with their possession, as torment us with their loss.

I delight not in spreading any thing mysterious, for I consider it all lost time; but the things that all of us can see and know if we will.

The universe must exist for the self-expression of God and the delight of God.

I delight in what I fear.

There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

An honorable Peace is and always was my first wish! I can take no delight in the effusion of human Blood; but, if this War should continue, I wish to have the most active part in it.

Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.

The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?