When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away, And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak - little thought we pay
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
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