But an old age serene and bright and lovely as a Lapland night shall lead thee to thy grave.

Author: William Wordsworth

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Faith is a passionate intuition.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.