MondayMar 31, 2025
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The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.
Fortune has rarely condescended to be the companion of genius.
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.
The act of contemplation creates the thing contemplated.
It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.
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