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Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and... →
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?