"I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it."
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"Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."
"Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name."
"Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time."
"[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence."
"There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon."
"When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude."
"Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels."
"The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning."
"But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant"
"Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone."
"Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed."
"That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude."
"Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes."
"Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow."
"Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together."
"A brotherhood of venerable trees."
"And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death."
"In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love."
"In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing."