Fate loves the fearless.

Quote by James Russell Lowell

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The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity.

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity.

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but...

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but...

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them...

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them...

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who...

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who...

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner...

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner...

Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew...

Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew...

Democracy is the form of government that gives every man the right to be his...

Democracy is the form of government that gives every man the right to be his...

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at...

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at...

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does...

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does...

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say...

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say...

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps...

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps...

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect...

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect...