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The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears; it reaches the height of its cherished aspirations; it falls to the level of its unchastened desires. Every thought-seed sown or allowed to fall into the mind, and to take root there, produces its own, blossoming sooner or later into act, and bearing its own furtive of opportunity and circumstance. Good thoughts bear good fruit; bad thought, bad fruit. James Allen		Tuesday Mar 10, 2026
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Like unturned golden strings all women are Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar. Christopher "Kit" Marlowe

Quote Author: Christopher "Kit" Marlowe

	Christopher "Kit" Marlowe
	Christopher "Kit" Marlowe (baptised 26 February 1564 - 30 May 1593) was an English dramatist, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. The foremost Elizabethan tragedian before William Shakespeare, he is known for his magnificent blank verse, his overreaching protagonists, and his own untimely death. Read More

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O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the Beauty of a thousand stars.

Sweet Analytics 'tis thou has ravished me.

What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What will be, shall be.

Like unturned golden strings all women are Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Goodness is beauty in its best estate.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Here come two religious caterpillars.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.

We will all the pleasures prove.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! ... When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.