Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
There is a pleasure that is born of pain.
Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.
Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?
Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.
When time is flown, how it fled It is better neither to ask nor tell, Leave the dead moments to bury their dead.
Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?
However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
Life hath set No landmarks before us.
Life is good, but not life in itself.
Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Thought alone is eternal.
Words, however, are things.
The things which must be must be for the best.
Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!
Art is Nature made by Man, To Man the interpreter of God.
That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.
No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.
They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep.
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