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Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
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Luck is not chance, it’s toil fortune’s expensive smile is earned.
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They might not need me but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
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Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
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If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Where thou art, that is home.
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
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Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
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For love is immortality.