There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWOnly 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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Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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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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Resolve and thou art free.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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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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Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
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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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Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
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Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
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In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
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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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