The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
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No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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