?Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.?

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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

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Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

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All the means of action - the shapeless masses - the materials - lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

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All things must change to something new, to something strange.

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Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procrustes turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

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Give what you have. To some it may be better than you dare think.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow #Authors

Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

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It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought. Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

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