All things come round to him who will but wait.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWAmbition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
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Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
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However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
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There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
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Music is the universal language of mankind.
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For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
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Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
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For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
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The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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Into each life some rain must fall.
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Evil is only good perverted.
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Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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