The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

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And yet to every bad there is a worse.

And yet to every bad there is a worse.

Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure...

Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure...

Had other aims than my delight.

Had other aims than my delight.

Pessimism is, in brief, playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may...

Pessimism is, in brief, playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may...

Some folk want their luck buttered.

Some folk want their luck buttered.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language which is...

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language which is...

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met...

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met...

That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

You was a good man, and did good things.

You was a good man, and did good things.

A resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far...

A resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far...

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving...

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving...

Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.

Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.

One whose every goal is accomplished and every dream fulfilled, lives not as a man...

One whose every goal is accomplished and every dream fulfilled, lives not as a man...

My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.

My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.

Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.

Some folk want their luck buttered.

Some folk want their luck buttered.

There's always the same amount of good luck and bad luck in the world. If...

There's always the same amount of good luck and bad luck in the world. If...

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the...

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the...