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„Как драгоценна жизнь! Даже старики считают часы, как монеты – скупец!“

„Мы плачем, когда мы рождаемся, но не когда мы умираем!“

„За всю историю ни одна птица не издавала звука, который не был бы присущ первым птицам; с тех пор, как в нетронутом Эдеме пал человек, каждая роза была только подобием.“

„То, что прекрасно, никогда не умирает, но становится частью другого прекрасного, звездной пыли или морской пены, цветка или быстрокрылого ветра.“

“All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do so, would I?”

“Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West;
Portals that lead to an enchanted land…
Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage
And Honor honor, and the humblest man
Stand level with the highest in the law.
Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed
And with the vision brightening in their eyes
Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword.

O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well
To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast
Fold Sorrow’s children, soothe the hurts of Fate,
Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel
Stay those who to thy sacred portals come
To waste the gifts of Freedom.”

“Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.”

“That was indeed to live—
At one bold swoop to wrest
From darkling death the best
That Death to Life can give!”

“Aldrich, Thomas. "The Unguarded Gates." Literature for Composition. Ed. Sylvan Barnet, William Burto, William E. Cain. Boston: Perdue, 2014. 1113. Print.”

“If my best wines mislike thy taste,
And my best service win thy frown,
Then tarry not, I bid thee haste;
There's many another Inn in town.”

“So precious life is! Even to the old
The hours are as a miser’s coins!”

“What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.”

“The Unguarded Gates [1885]”

“Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her—above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.”

“When friends are at your hearthside met,
Sweet courtesy has done its most
If you have made each guest forget
That he himself is not the host.”

“Wide open and unguarded stand our gates”

“It was pleasant to me to get a letter from you the other day. Perhaps I should have found it pleasanter if I had been able to decipher it. I don't think that I mastered anything beyond the date (which I knew) and the signature (which I guessed at).

There's a singular and a perpetual charm in a letter of yours; it never grows old, it never loses its novelty… Other letters are read and thrown away and forgotten, but yours are kept forever - unread. One of them will last a reasonable man a lifetime.”

“We weep when we are born, not when we die!”

“Night is a stealthy, evil raven, wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.”

“No bird has ever uttered note that was not in some first bird's throat; since Eden's freshness and man's fall no rose has been original.”

“What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.”

“Famous old houses seem to have an intuitive perception of the value of corner lots. If it is a possible thing, they always set themselves down on the most desirable spot.”