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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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