All those big words produce disgust today.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Less is more, in prose as in architecture.

The biggest liar in the world is They Say.

Opportunities multiply as they are seized.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.

Love will heal What language fails to know

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.

... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

And love is love, in beggars and in kings.

I'm so happy to be an advocate for poetry.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.

Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.

America is not the center of the universe.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Italy's siren call lures us more and more.

Were in prayer, as indeed you ought to be.

I usually feel something before I know it.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

What is life without the radiance of love?

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

Streams and mountains never stay the same.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

First he wrought, and afterward he taught.

A sad, wise valor is the brave complexion.

Show me a liar, and I'll show you a thief.

None knows the weight of another's burden.

Better never begin than never make an end.

Of the smells, bread; of the tastes, salt.

He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.

None is a fool always, everyone sometimes.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

A good prayer is master of anothers purse.

Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.

Though punishment be slow, still it comes.

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