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Danh ngôn của Walter Savage Landor (Sứ mệnh: 9)

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.