Exuberance is beauty.
WILLIAM BLAKEThe glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
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I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
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We become what we behold.
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
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For every thing that lives is Holy.
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If a thing loves, it is infinite.
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
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Every harlot was a virgin once
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A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
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Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
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When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.
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Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship’s sake.
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The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
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To Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.
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A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
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Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
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To generalize is to be an idiot.
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Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
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The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
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Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently invisibly.
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Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
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We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.
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When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
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The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
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The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
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