The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEI have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.
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In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing.
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It [is] very unfair to influence a child’s mind by inculcating any opinions before it [has] come to years of discretion to choose for itself.
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Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!
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Silence does not always mark wisdom.
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The author of Biographia Literaria was already a ruined man. Sometimes, however, to be a “ruined man” is itself a vocation.
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Milton has carefully marked in his Satan the intense selfishness, the alcohol of egotism, which would rather reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals.
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People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
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As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.
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No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
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The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.
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Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet.
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Summer has set in with its usual severity.
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A sight to dream of, not to tell!
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Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
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