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The world is a great painting, and we are the colors.
The world is a great symphony, and we are the notes.
The world is a great poem, and we are the verses.
The world is a mirror, and we see in it what we are.
The night is dark, and I am far from home.
I love flowers so much that I could kiss them, but I know if I did, they would wither and die.
What is the use of running when we are not on the right road?
The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.
The wedding march always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
God will forgive me; it's his job.
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Time flies, and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
The awful shadow of some unseen Power floats, though unseen, among us.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.