Poems
The Very Thought of Absence Comes from Presence (1)
Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day,/ When clouds are one cloud till the horizon./ Our thinking senses deem the sun away/ And say «'tis sunless» and «there is no sun»;/ And yet the very day th...
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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Essays