Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
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Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.
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The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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Society is now one polished horde, formed by two mighty tribes - Bores and Bored.
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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
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I love not man the less, but Nature more.
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Probably the battle of Waterloo was won on the playing-fields of Eton, but the opening battles of all subsequent wars have been lost there.
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Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
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Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.
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I've seen George Foreman shadow boxing and the shadow won
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We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness -- but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression.
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The family is one of nature's masterpieces.
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Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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Electricity is really just organized lightning.
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The king-times are fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see it, but I foresee it.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.
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The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.
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His honest, patronizing pride in the good-will and respect of everybody about him was a safeguard even against foolish romance, still more against a lower kind of folly.
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Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.
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The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.
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Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac? by
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The gap between ideals and actualities, between dreams and achievements, the gap that can spur strong men to increased exertions, but can break the spirit of others -- this gap is the most conspicuous, continuous land mark in American history. It is conspicuous and continuous not because Americans achieve little, but because they dream grandly. The gap is a standing reproach to Americans; but it marks them off as a special and singularly admirable community among the world's peoples.
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Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
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The highest form of vanity is love of fame.
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Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy
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Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters...
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The sense of an entailed disadvantage -- the deformed foot doubtfully hidden by the shoe, makes a restlessly active spiritual yeast, and easily turns a self-centered, unloving nature into an Ishmaelite. But in the rarer sort, who presently see their own frustrated claim as one among a myriad, the inexorable sorrow takes the form of fellowship and makes the imagination tender.
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