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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
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I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
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Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.
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Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
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He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
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Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
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Expect poison from the standing water.
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First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
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For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
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Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans.
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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
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If you have formed a circle to go into,Go into it yourself and see how you would do.
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Imitation is criticism.
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Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.
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All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.
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As we are, so we see.
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The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
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When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
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The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
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The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
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How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
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If others had not been foolish, we should be so.