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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
An empty book is like an Infant's soul, in which anything may be written.
Darkness, thou first great parent of us all, Thou art our great original!
And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?
Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
The poet marries the language, and out of this marriage the poem is born.
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.
The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.
As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd And all the hills echoed
Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last.
Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false warld is but transitory.
Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.
Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.
A sound like a sound of thunder rolled, And the heart of a nation stirred
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.
Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!
O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused!
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked?
He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.