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When I do think my meanest line shall be/ More in Time's use than my creating whole,/ That future eyes more clearly shall feel me/ In this inked page than in my direct soul;/ When I conjecture put to...
The Sense of Life (35)
If that apparent part of life's delight/ Our tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seen/ By aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,/ Joy, flesh and life might prove but a gross screen./ Haply Truth's...
We Are Our Dreams of Ourselves (36)
Whether we write or speak or do but look/ We are ever unapparent. What we are/ Cannot be transfused into word or book./ Our soul from us is infinitely far./ However much we give our thoughts the will...
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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