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The day wears heavily, - why, then, ignore it; Peace is the soul's desire, - such thoughts restore it; The truth thou art, - it needs not implore it.
Margaret Fuller
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It is not because the touch of genius has roused genius to production, but because the admiration of genius has made talent ambitious, that the harvest is still so abundant.
Margaret Fuller
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I am 'too fiery' … yet I wish to be seen as I am, and would lose all rather than soften away anything.
Margaret Fuller
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Guard thee from the power of evil; Who cannot trust, vows to the devil.
Margaret Fuller
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With equal sweetness the commissioned hours Shed light and dew upon both weeds and flowers. The weeds unthankful raise their vile heads high, Flaunting back insult to the gracious sky; While the dear flowers, wht fond humility, Uplift the eyelids of a starry eye In speechless homage, and, from grateful hearts, Perfume that homage all around imparts.
Margaret Fuller
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It is astonishing what force, purity, and wisdom it requires for a human being to keep clear of falsehoods.
Margaret Fuller
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The especial genius of Woman I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency.
Margaret Fuller
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Thoughts which come at a call Are no better than if they came not at all Neither flower nor fruit, Yielding no root For plant, shrub, or tree.
Margaret Fuller
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And dost thou seek to find the one in two? Only upon the old can build the new; The symbol which you seek is found in you.
Margaret Fuller
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Existence is as deep a verity: Without the dual, where is unity? And the 'I am'' cannot forbear to be;But from its primal nature forced to frame Mysteries, destinies of various name, Is forced to give that it has taught to claim.
Margaret Fuller
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To one who has enjoyed the full life of any scene, of any hour, what thoughts can be recorded about it, seem like the commas and semicolons in the paragraph, mere stops.
Margaret Fuller
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The Presence all thy fancies supersedes, All that is done which thou wouldst seek in deeds, The wealth obliterates all seeming needs.
Margaret Fuller
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I am immortal! I know it! I feel it! Hope floods my heart with delight! Running on air mad with life dizzy, reeling, Upward I mount, - faith is sight, life is feeling, Hope is the day-star of might!
Margaret Fuller
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I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.
Margaret Fuller
