Things seen are mightier than things heard.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"
Attain the unattainable.
For love reflects the thing beloved.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Silence, beautiful voice.
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
A beam in darkness: let it grow.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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