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Thomas Hood: 'The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.'

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Thomas Hood: ''Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.'

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Thomas Hood: 'There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.'

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Thomas Hood: 'Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.'

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Thomas Hood: 'A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.'

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Thomas Hood: 'Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.'

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Thomas Hood: 'A moment's thinking is an hour in words.'

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Thomas Hood: 'There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.'

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Thomas Hood: 'Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.'

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Thomas Hood: 'Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!'

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Thomas Hood: 'I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.'

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Thomas Hood: 'To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.'

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William Wordsworth: 'The child is father of the man.'

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William Wordsworth: 'Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.'

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William Wordsworth: 'With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.'

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William Wordsworth: 'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.'

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William Wordsworth: 'One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.'

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William Wordsworth: 'How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.'

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William Wordsworth: 'Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.'

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William Wordsworth: 'Faith is a passionate intuition.'

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