Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWAmbition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
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The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
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Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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Evil is only good perverted.
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Love gives itself; it is not bought.
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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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