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It Is Impossible To Combat Enthusiasm With Reason; For Though It Makes A Show Of Resistance, It Soon Eludes The Pressure, Refers You To Distinctions Not To Be Understood, And Feelings Which It Cannot Explain. A Man Who Would Endeavor To Fix An Enthusiast By Argument Might As Well Attempt To Spread Quicksilver With His Finger.

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It Is Impossible To

Oliver Goldsmith

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It Is Impossible To Combat Enthusiasm With Reason; For Though It Makes A Show Of Resistance, It Soon Eludes The Pressure, Refers You To Distinctions Not To Be Understood, And Feelings Which It Cannot Explain. A Man Who Would Endeavor To Fix An Enthusiast By Argument Might As Well Attempt To Spread Quicksilver With His Finger.

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Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very Blest.

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Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

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Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

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The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

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Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

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A Great Source Of Calamity Lies In Regret And Anticipation; Therefore A Person Is Wise Who Thinks Of The Present Alone, Regardless Of The Past Or Future.

That Virtue Which Requires To Be Ever Guarded Is Scarce Worth The Sentinel.

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In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.

A Silent Address Is The Genuine Eloquence Of Sincerity.

Man Seems The Only Growth That Dwindles Here.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

I Have Known A German Prince With More Titles Than Subjects, And A Spanish Nobleman With More Names Than Shirts.

Let Observation With Observant View, Observe Mankind From China To Peru.

Of All Kinds Of Ambition, That Which Pursues Poetical Fame Is The Wildest

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