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Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

John Keats

One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another
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Imagination Mindset Mystery Oneself
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
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Existence Feeling Habit Leadership Myself Reality
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
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Delicate Fingers Ring Tiny White Wings
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
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Cloud Existence Fantasy Forever Myself
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
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Failure Greatness Myself
I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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Heart Love Myself Nature Relationship Togetherness Yourself
To stay youthful, stay useful.
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Inspirational One Liner Stay Youth
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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Beautiful Earth Need Truth Yourself
Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego
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Ego Lose Love Yourself
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Day End Sweet
The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.
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Earth Nature Ourselves Play Sea Sky
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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One Liner Queen Secret
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
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Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Attachment Invention Ourselves Separate World
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
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Gratitude Kiss Rose Run Wind

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

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