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A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.
A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A single soul is richer than all the worlds.
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.
An old novel has a history of its own.
And winter, that grand old harper, smote his thunder-harp of pines.
As a wild maiden, with love-drinking eyes, sees in sweet dreams a beaming youth of glory.
Caesar-like the sun
Gathered his robes around him as he fell.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Fame,--next grandest word to God!
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.
God is a worker: He has thickly strewn
Infinity with grandeur: God is love:
He shall wipe away creation's tears,
And all the worlds shall summer in His smile.
Good humor and generosity carry the day with the popular heart all the world over.
Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.
Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.
He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
I would go wandering back into my childhood,
Searching for them with tears.
He will go back to the old faith he learnt
Beside his mother's knee.
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat--oh, kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!
I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.
If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.
If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be a very sorry business. It is immeasurably heightened by the solemnity of death.
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