I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
ROBERT BROWNINGAs is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
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There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.
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God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
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No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.
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Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.
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Most progress is most failure.
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He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
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I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.
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Truth is within ourselves.
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Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
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Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?
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Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
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I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
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Love is the energy of life.
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But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
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God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.
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I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.
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Good to forgive, Best to forget.
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Truth never hurts the teller.
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Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.
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My sun sets to rise again.
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Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
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Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.
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Such ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.
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Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
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Why stay on the earth except to grow.
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Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
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