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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

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Sometimes tears carry the same weight as words.
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A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.
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Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.
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Men do not value a good deed unless it brings a reward.
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Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.
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In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
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It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.
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Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
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Love will enter cloaked in friendship’s name.
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If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.
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A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
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Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
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Every lover is a soldier.
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What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.
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Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
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Enhance and intensify one’s vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

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