We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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