Evil is only good perverted.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIf 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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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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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 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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It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
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The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
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In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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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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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
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Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
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Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
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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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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
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