A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
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A wounded deer leaps the highest.
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes
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Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
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Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
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Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
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For Love is Immortality.
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Forever is composed of nows.
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Fortune befriends the bold.
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He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
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His Labor is a Chant - his Idleness - a Tune - oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to an admiring bog!
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
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I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.
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If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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Is wholesome even for the King.
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It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
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Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
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Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
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Much Madness is divinest Sense - to a discerning Eye - much Sense - the starkest Madness -
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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
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Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
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Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I keep it staying at Home With a Bobolink for a Chorister And an Orchard for a Dome.
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Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
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Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit - Life!
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Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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The possible's slow fuse is lit, by the Imagination.
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The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
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There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
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They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
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To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
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To whom the mornings are like nights, What must the midnights be!
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
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Where thou art, that is home.
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Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
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