Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGEWhat if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
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When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.
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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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For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
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And in today already walks tomorrow.
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Within today, tomorrow is already walking.
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The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.
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I would address an affectionate exhortation to the youthful literati, grounded on my own experience. It will be but short; for the beginning, middle, and end converge to one charge: NEVER PURSUE LITERATURE AS A TRADE.
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The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.
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I love being superior to myself better than [to] my equals.
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To be beloved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
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The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards.
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You see how this House of Commons has begun to verify all the ill prophecies that were made of it – low, vulgar, meddling with everything, assuming universal competency, and flattering every base passion – and sneering at everything noble refined and truly national.
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The faults of great authors are generally excellences carried to an excess.
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He prayeth best who loveth best.
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
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