Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWThe 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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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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Into each life some rain must fall.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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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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As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
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It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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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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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
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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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