Genius is the power of carrying the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEPoetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
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I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
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Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
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Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.
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You see how this House of Commons has begun to verify all the ill prophecies that were made of it – low, vulgar, meddling with everything, assuming universal competency, and flattering every base passion – and sneering at everything noble refined and truly national.
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I love being superior to myself better than [to] my equals.
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The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.
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This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.
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To believe and to understand are not diverse things, but the same things in different periods of growth.
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That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
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That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
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Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.
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Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.
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All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
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Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills.
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What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
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