The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWFor his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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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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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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Resolve and thou art free.
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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
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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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If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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