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Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that read more
Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don't do that by sitting around wondering about yourself.
The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.
The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Friends are the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's read more
Friends are the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's just enough to know that they are standing by.
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion read more
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how
dwelleth the love of God in him?
