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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
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For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
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I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.