The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWLet 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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Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning – an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
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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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The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
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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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The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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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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In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
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Music is the universal language of mankind.
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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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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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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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Love gives itself; it is not bought.
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For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
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