The gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.
VIOLET NICOLSONTo the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.
More Violet Nicolson Quotes
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Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel
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To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.
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Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.
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I shall go the way of the open sea
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Men should be judged not by their tint of skin
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Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.
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For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.
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Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
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