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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead life to sovereign power.
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'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?
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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not knock those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Love is the only gold.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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By blood a king, in heart a clown.
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For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.