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“all deaths are one's own.”

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Maureen Duffy, born on October 21, 1933, is a renowned novelist. Her works are known for their profound psychological insights and rich emotional expression, which have won her a wide readership. more

“We develop all our sciences, archeology, cosmology, psychology, we tabulate and classify and cling to our sacred definitions, our divisions, without any attempt to synthesis, without the humility to see that these are only parts of a total knowledge. ... But somehow we ought to be able to keep the idea of the totality of experience and knowledge at the back of our minds even though the front's busy from morning til night with the life cycle of the liver fluke.”

Mind Ideas Able Night Knowledge Morning Psychology Fronts Humility Ought Sacred Busy Definitions Cycles Division Cosmology Totality Liver Synthesis Specialization Flukes Archeology

Author:Maureen Duffy

“Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may hide, Trust me you'll find a heart of truth Within that rough outside.”

Heart May Appearance Rough Shells Pearls Trust Me Oysters Uncouth

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.”

Children Dream Thee Fancy Favourite Blindness Enchanted

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and the world.”

World Children Grows Angel Slave Checks Customs Floats Airy

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“To hallow'd duty Here with a loyal and heroic heart, Bind we our lives.”

Heart Our Lives Duty Heroic Loyal

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where I may!”

Way Heart May Sweet Claims Ill Stranger Weary Exile Without Love Wanderers

Book:A wreath of wild flowers from New England

Source: A wreath of wild flowers from New England

“Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.”

Littles Faces Race Laughing Summer Blessed Dear Hills Fancy Fairy Valleys Fountain Peeping

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.”

Pain Grief Sweet Melancholy Delicious No Pain

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

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