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If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
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I trust a good deal to common fame, as we all must. If a man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs, to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.
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Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.
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Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
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Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent: All are needed by each one, Nothing is fair or good alone.
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Every man has his own courage, and is betrayed because he seeks in himself the courage of other persons.
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Blessed are those who have no talent!
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I fancy I need more than another to speak (rather than write), with such a formidable tendency to the lapidary style. I build my house of boulders.
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There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all; And where it cometh, all things are; And it cometh everywhere.
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Each the herald is who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That can fix a hero's rate.
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Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue.
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God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
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Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.
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What is there in 'Paradise Lost' to elevate and astonish like Herschel or Somerville?
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A great man quotes bravely, and will not draw on his invention when his memory serves him with a word just as good.
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Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts.
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I owed a magnificent day to the Bhagavad Gita. It was the first of books; it was as if an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the same questions which exercise us.
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The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye.
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Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home: Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
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All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.
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There is always a best way of doing everything, if it be to boil an egg. Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, - now repeated and hardened into usage. They form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned.
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Good is a good doctor, but Bad is sometimes a better.
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The man who renounces himself, comes to himself.
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Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.