A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
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Assuredly we bring not innocence not the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.
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Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
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Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
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Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
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Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to my conscience, above all liberties.
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He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
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He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
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He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
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Less excellent, as thou thyself perceivest.
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So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
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The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
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The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.
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They also serve who only stand and wait.
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Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
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True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
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Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
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Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
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