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"It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed from all eternity than to conceive a Being beyond its limits capable of creating it."
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"Thought, if I may put it, is the man behind the possession, appearance, things we like, things we hate and the very epitome of life."

"Your subconscious mind is the universal mind with a universal consciousness."

"Absolute is infinite so there is no absolute truth. There is truth that you can see in infinite ways and make your own."

"Every aspect of your life will be enlivened when you start to think and communicate with your heart and mind in cohesive coordinated harmony."

"Think about yourself because no one has time to think about you. Everyone is busy thinking about themselves."

"I don't claim to know everything, Wally. I only claim that everything can eventually be known."

"I don't know who you are or where you are, but I know your deep driving desires. I am writing to you to make your life a little easier and better."

"There are two kinds of people:those who learned to love and those who didn't."

"Any education that doesn't allow you to think freely is not an education but a prison."

"I came to this world to bloom and spread my love to fill the world with happiness."
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"Ozymandias'I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away."

"Yes! all is past-swift time has fled away,Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?I'm dead, and lingers yet my soul behind.Oh! powerful Fate, revoke thy deadly spell,And yet that may not ever, ever be,Heaven will not smile upon the work of Hell;Ah! no, for Heaven cannot smile on me;Fate, envious Fate, has sealed my wayward destiny."

"War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men."

"I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet!"

"And the Spring arose on the garden fair,Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breastRose from the dreams of its wintry rest."

"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."

"Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart."

"There was a Being whom my spirit oftMet on its visioned wanderings far aloft.A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human,Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman...."
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