By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWFor 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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Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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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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Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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