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"O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take."
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"Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?' and I said, 'Yes, when I am rich and famous.' and Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Yes, when the moon is made of green cheese."
"Don't ever lest small stuff derail you from dreams."
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"He who fails to achieve a dream set by himself is more honorable than he who succeeds in achieving a dream set by his society."
"You can drive in your imaginations to make a tour to your future, visit it and see all kinds of good things hiding in there. But you have to take bold actions before you can truly relocate into what you see!"
"You must have a vivid imagination of what you seek."
"Do not stop dreaming because dreams are not real."
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"It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel."
"Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?"
"I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute."
"The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility."
"Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."
"I have good reason to be content,for thank God I can read andperhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths."
"But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves."
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