advice

author

capitalism

Christmas

color

consumerism

critic

crying

envy

fashion

fire

grasshopper

health

kiss

laughter

materialism

mirth itself

music

occupation (job)

pianoforte

poetry

taste

nationality

British

occupation / innovator as

journalist

poet

literary critic

autobiographer

translator

is not disliked because it is advice; but because so few people know how to give it.

Advice is not disliked because it is advice; but because so few people know how to give it.

is like a baker... it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.

An author is like a baker... it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them

Colors are the smiles of nature. Leigh Hunt

is often an unsuccessful author, almost always an inferior one.

is no sure sign of a sensitive nature --- sympathizing and selfish people are alike given to tears.

Sympathiz'ng and selfish people are alike given to tears.

is not without an instinct of justice, something of a wish to see fair play, and things on a level.

Even in envy may be discerned something of an instinct of justice, something of a wish to see fair play, and things on a level.

is not about the beautiful, but the willful.

Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion. The spirit of fashion is not the beautiful, but the wilful ; not the graceful, but the fantastic ; not the superior in the abstract, but the superior in the worst of all concretes, the vulgar. The high point of taste and elegance is to be sought for, not in the most fashionable circles, but in the best-bred, and such as can dispense with the eternal necessity of never being twice the same.

is not about the graceful, but the fantastic.

is not about the superior in the abstract, but the superior in the worst of all concretes; the vulgar.

is the most tangible of all visible mysteries The most tangible of all visible mysteries fire.

fire is the most tangible of all visible mysteries The most tangible of all visible mysteries

is a green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, catching your heart up at the feel of June.

Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.

is always sweetest when they are stolen kisses.

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.

Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.

is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities, the meeting of extremes around a comer.

Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities, the meeting of extremes around a comer.

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