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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
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Gone beforeTo that unknown and silent shore.
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Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
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A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning of it; for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship; if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return.
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My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it.
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To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
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A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigor of the game.
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I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.
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He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
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Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
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The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
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Neat, not gaudy.
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Books which are no books.
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We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
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The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
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Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.
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A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
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She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
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Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
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A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.
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Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.
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Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,That our worst foes cannot find us,And ill fortune, that would thwart us,Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;While each man, through thy height'ning steam,Does like a smoking Etna seem.
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A man can never have too much Time to himself, nor too little to do. Had I a little son, I would christen him Nothing-To-Do; he should do nothing. Man, I verily believe, is out of his element as long as he is operative. I am altogether for the life contemplative.
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Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see a mountain in my life.