TuesdayApr 23, 2024
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.
The act of contemplation creates the thing contemplated.
The poet must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world as with the studies of taste; one to whom labor is negligence, refinement a science, and art a nature.
Fortune has rarely condescended to be the companion of genius.
The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.
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