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- When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
- Bad mind, bad heart.
(Mals Mens, Malus Animus) - Anacharsis Cloots (1755 - 1794)
- It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
- Marcus Valerius Martialis (40 AD - 103 AD)
- Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.
- Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC)
- Nay, tempt me not to love again:
There was a time when love was sweet; Dear Nea! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet! But oh! this weary heart hath run So many a time the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one! Would I endure such pangs again. - Sir Thomas More (1478 - 1535)
- Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
Thou soul is the eternity of thought! That giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion! Not in vain By day or star-light thus from by first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul, Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things, With life and nature, purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline Both pain and fear, until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart. - William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
- Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted,
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning Back to their springs, like the rain shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
- Thou art all the comfort,
The Gods will diet me with. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
- Deep is a wounded heart, and strong
A voice that cries against a mighty wrong; And full of death as a hot wind's blight, Doth the ire of a crushed affection light. - Felicia Hermans
- She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. - Hartley Coleridge
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