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„Блаженством было дожить до рассвета, но встретить его молодым – настоящее счастье.“

„Юность? Вздымающаяся волна. Позади — ветер, впереди — скалы.“

„Над желтым наклонясь цветком,
Тобой, малюткой-мотыльком,
Я любовался и не знал,
Нектар вкушал ты или спал.
И был ты неподвижней вод
объятых льдом морей.
Счастливым будет ли полет,
Когда внезапный ветр найдет
тебя среди ветвей?“

„Наполните свою газету дыханием вашего сердца.“

„Когда суетный мир надолго отрывает нас от лучшего, что в нас есть, когда заботы невыносимы, а удовольствия в тягость, — каким милым и приятным бывает одиночество!“

„Лучшие всегда сгорают первыми, те же, чье сердце и без того выжжено дотла, могут тлеть долго.“

„Лучшая часть жизни праведного человека — это его небольшие, безымянные и всеми позабытые поступки, вызванные любовью и добротой.“

„Юность? Вздымающаяся волна. Позади — ветер, впереди — скалы.“

„И сердцем я плясать готов,
Ликуя радостью цветов.“

“What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells…”

“Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things;
—We murder to dissect.”

“Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

“And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.”

“Faith is a passionate intuition.”

“Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.”

“A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.”

“O for a single hour of that Dundee,
Who on that day the word of onset gave!”

“We take no note of time but from its loss.”

“Me this unchartered freedom tires;
I feel the weight of chance-desires:
My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that ever is the same.”

“Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.”

“Whether we be young or old,
Our destiny, our being's heart and home,
Is with infinitude, and only there;
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.”

“A youth to whom was given
So much of earth—so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.”

“The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.”

“We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.”

“A brotherhood of venerable trees.”

“To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!”

“The fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.”

“There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.”

“How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold.”

“A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.”

“Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour.”

“True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.”

“A day
Spent in a round of strenuous idleness.”

“O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!”

“Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows
Like harmony in music; there is a dark
Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, makes them cling together
In one society.”

“A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.”

“A remnant of uneasy light.”

“The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.”