"A light broke in upon my brain, - / It was the carol of a bird; / It ceased, and then it came again, / The sweetest song ear
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"Friendship is the only cement that will hold the world together."
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"Friendship is a sheltering tree."
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"We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over."
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"When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called love is a delirious inhuman state of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog."
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Shoreline Bay Lands
"I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar"
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"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal -- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation . . ."
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"For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? / The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered."
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"Three keys to more abundant living: caring about others, daring for others, sharing with others."
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"Lose yourself in generous service and every day can be a most unusual day, a triumphant day, an abundantly rewarding day!"
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"The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. . . ."
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"The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves."
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"Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action." |
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"A bird sang sweet and strongIn the top of the highest tree,He said, "I pour out my heart in songFor the summer that soon shall be."But deep in the shady wood,Another bird sang, "I pourMy heart on the solemn solitudeFor the springs that return no more."" |
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"We stood in awe as the male romped about in the saplings around our entrance trail, flicking his wings and white flank plumes, and whistling his sweet two-note song for the female-plumaged bird. I was too spellbound to go get my camera." |
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"Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it." |
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"The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves." |
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"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children." |
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"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal -- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation . . ."
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"When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself." |
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"People who live from abundance feel that there is more than enough of everything in the world to go around. More than enough money, food, work, material things, more than enough love. Why do they feel that way? Because they see that they themselves are enough. They are not dependent on external influences to make them feel more whole and complete." |
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"You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs." |
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"In my soul, humanity is a single part, a big gentle bird whose song I use to sing every early morning in the silence of the Universe." |
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"A light broke in upon my brain, - / It was the carol of a bird; / It ceased, and then it came again, / The sweetest song ear ever heard." |
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