Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
BAYARD TAYLORThose who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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