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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393440" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Words Of Error</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three errors there are, that forever are found<br> On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best;<br>But empty their meaning and hollow their sound--<br> And slight is the comfort they bring to the breast.<br>The fruits of existence escape from the clasp<br>Of the seeker who strives but those shadows to grasp--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long as man dreams of some age in this life<br> When the right and the good will all evil subdue;<br>For the right and the good lead us ever to strife,<br> And wherever they lead us the fiend will pursue.<br>And (till from the earth borne, and stifled at length)<br>The earth that he touches still gifts him with strength!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long as man fancies that fortune will live,<br> Like a bride with her lover, united with worth;<br>For her favors, alas! to the mean she will give--<br> And virtue possesses no title to earth!<br>That foreigner wanders to regions afar,<br>Where the lands of her birthright immortally are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long as man dreams that, to mortals a gift,<br> The truth in her fulness of splendor will shine;<br>The veil of the goddess no earth-born may lift,<br> And all we can learn is--to guess and divine!<br>Dost thou seek, in a dogma, to prison her form?<br>The spirit flies forth on the wings of the storm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, noble soul! fly from delusions like these,<br> More heavenly belief be it thine to adore;<br>Where the ear never hearkens, the eye never sees,<br> Meet the rivers of beauty and truth evermore!<br>Not without thee the streams--there the dull seek them;--No!<br>Look within thee--behold both the fount and the flow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 On the lips of the good, on the lips of the best;
But empty their meaning and hollow their sound--
 And slight is the comfort they bring to the breast.
The fruits of existence escape from the clasp
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