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Everything we look upon is blest.
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All art is in the last analysis an endeavor to condense as out of the flying vapor of the world an image of human perfection, and for its own and not for the art's sake.
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It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.
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Time can but make her beauty over again.
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I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.
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We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
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Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it.
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Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer
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I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.
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A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.