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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Love is the only gold.
Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.