A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Fortune befriends the bold.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old.
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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