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The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. ---John Milton
I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me. --Yeats. W. B.
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It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield ---William Butler Yeats
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The prince's robes and beggar's rags, Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent, Beats all the lies you can invent ---William Blake
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And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. ---W.B. Yeats
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Everything to be imagined is an image of truth. ---William Blake
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If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. ---William Butler Yeats
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Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul to bind. ----William Blake
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Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction. ---William Blake
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If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise ---William Blake
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What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? ---William Blake, The Tyger
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Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pass'd away. ---William Wordsworth
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ---William Blake
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For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me. ---William Blake
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I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. -----William Wordsworth
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. ---William Blake
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ---+Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. ----John Keats
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. ----Lord Byron
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting... ---William Wordsworth
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I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance. -----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled. ---William Blake
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And man, whose heav'n-erected face The smiles of love adorn Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! -----Robert Burns
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How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? ----William Blake
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Praises of the unworthy are felt by ardent minds as robberies of the deserving. ---Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Literaria
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The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. ---William Blake
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