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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but...
Quote #23635
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune all these are names of the one and selfsame...
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His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling,...
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If you live long enough, the venerability factor creeps in; first, you get accused...
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Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.
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What is art Nature concentrated.
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A wise old owl sat upon an oak The more he saw the less...
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Truth is a pathless land.
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Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.
Quote #17634
In soft regions are born soft men.