Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
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Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.
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Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world.
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