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If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.
Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
When you deal with your brother, be pleasant, but get a witness.
I had drawn away into the salt, myself, a shell emptied of life.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
It is difficult to speak of what is common in a way of your own.
Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
Your own safety is at stake when your neighbor's wall is ablaze.
Our relatives are ours by chance, but we can choose our friends.
Health is the vital principle of bliss, and exercise, of health.
Listen to life, and you will hear the voice of life crying, Be!.
Slow are the steps of freedom, but her feet turn never backward.
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.
What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion
A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
Better to rely on one powerful king than on many little princes.
What is denominated discretion in man we call cunning in brutes.
In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.
I'd spent half of my life crying, the other half refusing to cry
As a writer of fiction, lying is the central thing to all books.
O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
The proportion of genius to the vulgar is like one to a million.
Happiness is the target one only has to aim at in order to miss.
I crack myself up. Even I don't know what I'm going to say next.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
Who never wins can rarely lose, Who never climbs as rarely falls
Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.