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Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.