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Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Think, In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
Since when was genius found respectable?
Whoso loves, believes the impossible.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true
He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.
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