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Humbleness is always grace; always dignity
Life is short. But desire, desire is long.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
Man is ice to truth and fire to falsehood.
In everything we ought to look at the end.
The charm of horror only tempts the strong
The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.
True love, like the eye, can bear no flaw.
Death is an ascension to a better library.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.
For they can conquer who believe they can.
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
All the learn'd are cowards by profession.
For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.
The conscience of a people is their power.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
My hands are guilty, but my heart is free.
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
That which is creative must create itself.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Our country is where ever we are well off.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
The more you've got, the shorter it feels.
Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.
One belongs to one's language as a writer.
We sucked in atheism with our canned milk.
I was born with eyes that can never close.
I chose poetry. Actually, poetry chose me.
Pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body.
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.
The face, not the woman is the attraction.