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And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
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Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.
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God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
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And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification.
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The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government.
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Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
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Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
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There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.
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And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.
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Where cheating is, there's mischief there.
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I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.
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He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
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A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.
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Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.
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When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded.
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Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself.
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Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
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Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
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For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.
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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
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Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
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For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
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Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?
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Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.