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A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
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A reading-machine, always wound up and going,He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
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The question of common sense is always 'What is it good for?'—a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.
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They come transfigured back,Secure from change in their high-hearted ways,Beautiful evermore, and with the raysOf morn on their white Shields of Expectation!
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The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
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Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, - emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
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You've gut to git up airlyEf you want to take in God.
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Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
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Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.
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There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.
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Light is the symbol of truth.
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Our slender life runs rippling by, and glidesInto the silent hollow of the past;What is there that abidesTo make the next age better for the last?
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The child is not mine as the first was,I cannot sing it to rest,I cannot lift it up fatherlyAnd bliss it upon my breast;Yet it lies in my little one's cradleAnd sits in my little one's chair,And the light of the heaven she's gone toTransfigures its golden hair.
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It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.
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Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;He’s ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-He’s ben true to one party, an’ thet is himself.
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Zekle crep' up quite unbeknownAn' peeked in thru' the winder,An there sot Huldy all alone,'ith no one nigh to hender.
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A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
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There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
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It's 'most enough to make a deacon swear.
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Ye come and go incessant; we remainSafe in the hallowed quiets of the past;Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot,Of faith so nobly realized as this.
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The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
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The thing we long for, that we areFor one transcendent moment.
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Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
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Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.