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| Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. | | Men and Women | |
| Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! | | Uncategorized | |
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| Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man's Desires are limited by his Perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. | | Uncategorized | |
| Mechanical excellence is the only vehicle of genius. | | Uncategorized | |
| Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of Heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory. The fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so holy. | | Uncategorized | |
Mere enthusiasm is the all in all. . . .
Passion and expression are beauty itself. | | Uncategorized | |
| Mutual Forgiveness of each vice, / Such are the Gates of Paradise. | | Uncategorized | |
| My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white. | | Uncategorized | |
| My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud | | Uncategorized | |
| Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. | | Uncategorized | |
| Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; / For the gentle wind does move / Silently, invisibly. | | Uncategorized | |
| No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings | | Uncategorized | |
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| Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. | | Uncategorized | |
| O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy | | Uncategorized | |
| O! why was I born with a different face? / Why was I not born like the rest of my race? | | Uncategorized | |
