When I consider how my light is spent / Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, / And that one talent which is death to hide, / Lodged with me useless.
Quote by John Milton
For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
For solitude is sometimes best society, And short retirement urges sweet return
Money brings honor, friends, conquest, and realms.
A short retirement urges a sweet return
I am a part of all that I have met
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
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None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license...
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him...
Man's disobedience) brought into this World a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death,...
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at...
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them...
Old books, you know well, are books of the world's youth, and new books are...
Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.