Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
BAYARD TAYLORWho thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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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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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Life lives only in success.
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The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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