I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
I wiped away the weeds and ...
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Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
Our distrust is very expensive.
Wisdom has its root in goodness, not goodness its root in wisdom.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail.
