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Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink.Water, water everywhere,Nor any drop to drink.
He saw a lawyer killing a viper On a dunghill hard, by his own stable And the devil smiled, for it put him in mind Of Cain and his brother, Abel.
Works of imagination should be written in very plain language the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.
Five miles meandering with mazy motion,Through dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank the tumult to a lifeless oceanAnd 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war
All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.
Talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited; genius, being the action of reason or imagination, rarely or never.
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
Advice is like snow the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into, the mind.
An orphan's curse would drag to HellA spirit from on highBut oh More horrible than thatIs the curse in a dead man's eye.
As it must not, so genius cannot be lawless; for it is even that constitutes its genius-- the power of acting creatively under laws of its own origination.
Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, that itself will need reforming.
Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.
Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms: and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.
He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
He who begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose words in their best order-poetry the best words in the best order.
If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself.
If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself.
My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.
Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.
Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense at all events just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least.
Sympathy constitutes friendship but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited genius, being the action of reason or imagination, rarely or never.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided 1.That dear old soul2. That old woman3. That old witch.
There is no such thing as a worthless book though there are some far worse than worthless; no book that is not worth preserving, if its existence may be tolerated; as there may be some men whom it may be proper to hang, but none should be suffered to starve.
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
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