Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
PETRARCH
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
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Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
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I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
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