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Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.
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Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
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Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
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Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
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The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
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Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.
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Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
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Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
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We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.
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For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.
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Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.
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Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
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Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
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Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
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Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.
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Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
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Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
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The virtues, like the body,become strong more by labor than by nourishment.
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The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
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The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
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Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
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God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
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A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
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What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.