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Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

Faith without works is like a bird without wings though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.

Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme to be sublimely great or to be nothing.

I hope the two wings of the Democratic Party may flap together.

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He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet.

I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

Almost the only persons who may be said to comprehend even approximately the significance, principles, and purposes of Socialism are the chief leaders of the extreme wings of the Socialistic forces, and perhaps a few of the money kings themselves.

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

Birds have wings they're free they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.