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To err is human; to forgive, divine.
---- Alexander Pope
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
----From I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
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A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
---William Wordsworth
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Exuberance is beauty.
----William Blake
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I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
---William Blake
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.
----William Wordsworth
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Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.
-----William Wordsworth
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
---William Wordsworth
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
---Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
----Pablo Neruda, Machu Picchu
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For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
---William Blake
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Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
---William Wordsworth
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When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
---William Blake
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The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
---William Wordsworth
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I seem to walk on a transparent surface and see beneath me all the bones and wrecks and tentacles that will eventually claim me: in other words, old age, incapacity, loneliness, death of others & myself...
----Philip Larkin
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Expect poison from the standing water.
---William Blake
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there.
----William Wordsworth
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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...
----William Wordsworth
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Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
---William Blake
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Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white.
---William Blake
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
– Dylan Thomas
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It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.
----Philip Larkin
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How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
----Philip Larkin
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Without Contraries is no Progression.
---William Blake
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A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
---William Blake
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Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.
----William Wordsworth
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
----Lord Byron
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I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
---Philip Larkin
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