Man thinks
Brutes have no wisdom, since they know not his:
Can we divine their world?
Quotes from The Spanish Gypsy — George Eliot
1819–1880 England
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But is it what we love, or how we love,
That makes true good?
As they who make
Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
Certain winds will make men's temper bad.
Knightly love is blent with reverence
As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
A book which hath been culled from the flowers of all books.
Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!
But certain winds will make men's temper bad.
Beauteous Night lay dead
Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star
sickened and shrank.
Grant folly's prayers that hinder folly's wish,
And serve the ends of wisdom.
Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.
Inclination snatches arguments
To make indulgence seem judicious choice.
For strong souls
Live like fire-hearted suns; to spend their strength
In furthest striving action.
In travelling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasure.
Speech is but broken light upon the depth
Of the unspoken.
No great deed is done
By falterers who ask for certainty.
Attribution
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