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Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; read more
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.
I never met a man I didn't like.
I never met a man I didn't like.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be read more
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all read more
The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennuis, vanish,--all duties even.
The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.
The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.
The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.
The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
