Once in a stately passion / I cried with desperate grief,/ 'O Lord, my heart is black with guile,/ Of sinners I am chief.'
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Absence, with all its pains, is, by this charming moment, wiped away.
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Ingratitude is treason to mankind.
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The City is of Night; perchance of Death, But certainly of Night; for never there...
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A little, round, fat, oily man of God.
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I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?
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For life is but a dream whose shapes return, Some frequently, some seldom, some by night And some by day,
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More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
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And all sad scenes and thoughts and feelings vanish In that sweet sleep no power can ever banish,...
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Try a thing you haven't done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.
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Like having your own licence to print money.
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At youth team level, I always played in central midfield alongside Kevin Thomson and I used to get well up the park and score quite a lot of goals,
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A cat does not want all the world to love her -- only those she has chosen to love.
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The most powerful factors in the world are clear ideas in the minds of energetic men of good will.
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Freedom is knowing who you really are.
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