Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWEach morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
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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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By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
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A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
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People demand freedom only when they have no power.
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Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
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Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
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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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