Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love
The child is father of the man.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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