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| In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. | | Simplicity | |
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| In this world, a man must either be anvil or hammer | | Uncategorized | |
| Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find | | Courtesy; Intelligence | |
| Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary. | | Adversity; Life | |
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| It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved. | | Love | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. | | Love | |
| It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. | | Uncategorized | |
| It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did it wrong. | | Time | |
| It was the schooner Hesperus, / That sailed the wintry sea; / And the skipper had taken his little daughter, / To bear him company. | | Uncategorized | |
| Joy and Temperance and Repose - Slam the door on the doctor's nose | | Uncategorized | |
| Joy, temperance, and repose slam the door on the doctor's nose. | | Uncategorized | |
| Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds | | Kindness | |
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| Let us be patient! These severe afflictions, Not from the ground arise; But oftentimes celestial benedictions, Assume this dark disguise | | Uncategorized | |
| Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate | | Uncategorized | |
| Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Life | |
