No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most ...

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

I am in love with the green earth.

I am in love with the green earth.

Man is a gaming animal.

Books which are no books.

Half as sober as a judge.

Not if I know myself at all.

Mother's love grows by giving.

It is good to love the unknown.

The world meets nobody half way.

Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

The true poet dreams being awake.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Trample not on the ruins of a man.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.

I am in love with this green Earth.

A babe is fed with milk and praise.

It is good to have friends at court.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.

By myself walking, To myself talking.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

We encourage one another in mediocrity.

You look wise, pray correct that error.

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.

Brandy and water spoils two good things.

I have something more to do than to feel.

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.

What is reading, but silent conversation.

He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.

Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

A laxity pervades the popular use of words.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.

Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.

There is a pleasure in affecting affectation.

She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

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