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Her cheek had the pale pearly pink
Of sea shells, the world's sweetest tint, as though
She lived, one-half might deem, on roses sopp'd
In pearly dew.
Her step is music, and her voice is song.
I am tired of looking on what is,
One might as well see beauty never more,
As look upon it with an empty eye.
I would this world were over. I am tired.
I cannot be content with less than heaven.
I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts,
Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.
If all were rich, gold would be penniless.
It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
It is sad
To see the light of beauty wane away,
Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet
Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness;
But it is worse to feel the heart-spring gone,
To lose hope, care not for the coming thing,
And feel all things go to decay within us.
Let us think less of men and more of God.
Life is as serious a thing as death.
Life is less than nothing without love.
Life's but a means unto an end, that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
Long, glorious locks, which drop upon thy cheek like gold-hued cloud-flakes on the rosy morn.
Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers;
How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd,
Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell,
Thus it is in the world-hive; most where men
Lie deep in cities as in drifts.
Love is the art of hearts, and heart of arts.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
Men might be better if we better deemed of them.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
My favored temple is an humble heart.
Naught but God
Can satisfy the soul.
Necessity, like electricity, is in ourselves and all things, and no more without us than within us.
Never respect men merely for their riches, but rather for their philanthropy; we do not value the sun for its height, but for its use.
None but the brave and beautiful can love.
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