Until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon the highway of life which the unconscious passenger tramples into dust.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
I love tranquil solitude.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we have concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses?
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
The babe is at peace within the womb, the corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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