I don’t know whether a poem has be there to help to develop something. I think it’s there for itself, for what the reader finds in it.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
An appeal to fear never finds an echo in German hearts.
The artist finds, that the more he can confine his attention to a particular part of any work, his productions are the more perfect, and grow under his hands in the greater quantities.
The system becomes logically closed when each of the logical implications which can be derived from any one proposition within the system finds its statement in another proposition in the same system.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
India is a country in which every great religion finds a home.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new; when an age ends; and when the soul of a nation long suppressed finds utterance.