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It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
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Many know how to please, but know not when they have ceased to give pleasure.
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The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
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Kindness is wisdom.
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I have a heart with room for every joy.
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Kindness is wisdom. There is none in lifeBut needs it, and may learn.
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It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness; But it is worse to feel the heart-spring gone, To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, And feel all things go to decay within us.
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When pride thaws, look for floods.
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Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
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Could I love less, I should be happier now.
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Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
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Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or heaven.
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Death is another life.
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The man who could withstand, with his fellow-men in single line, a charge of cavalry may lose all command of himself on the occurrence of a fire in his own house, because of some homely reminiscence unknown to the observing bystander.
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We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
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It matters not how long we live but how.
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How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
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Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers; How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd, Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell, Thus it is in the world-hive; most where men Lie deep in cities as in drifts.
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Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.
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The value of a thought cannot be told.
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The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
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If all were rich, gold would be penniless.
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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
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Be cheerful and grateful for the good that you have: do not brood over fond hopes unrealized until a chain is fastened on each thought and wound around the heart. Nature intended you to be the fountain-spring of cheerfulness and social life, and not the mountain of despair and melancholy.