Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
PETRARCHI saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
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Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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