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Better the arrow that missed the lion than the one that killed a rabbit.
Anger kills both laughter and joy; What greater foe is there than anger?
So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
Ridicule has historically proven itself a rickety fence for great ideas.
When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing.
A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
Genius is rare because the means of becoming one have not been available
Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.
Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.
The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.
It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
A traveler s thoughts in the night Wander in a thousand miles of dreams.
You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.
Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
The problem wiv some blokes is that wen they ain't drunk, they're sober.
Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.
What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world
Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.
All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn; Object of my implacable disgust.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.