An undevout poet is an impossibility.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEThe primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.
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A man’s as old as he’s feeling. A woman as old as she looks.
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There are errors which no wise man will treat with rudeness while there is a probability that they may be the refraction of some great truth still below the horizon.
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Nature has her proper interest; and he will know what it is, who believes and feels, that every Thing has a Life of its own, and that we are all one Life.
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We shall only differ in degree and not in kind,–just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all.
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Our own heart, and not other men’s opinion, forms our true honor.
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We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.
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I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
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Genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying power.
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The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
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People of humor are always in some degree people of genius.
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The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.
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How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?
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He prayeth best who loveth best.
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Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
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It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.
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