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The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
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Around the child bend all the threeSweet Graces: Faith, Hope, Charity.Around the man bend other faces;Pride, Envy, Malice, are his Graces.
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Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.
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Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.
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We must not indulge in unfavourable views of mankind, since by doing it we make bad men believe that they are no worse than others, and we teach the good that they are good in vain.
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The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
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An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
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Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
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We think that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
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The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
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Of all failures, to fail in a witticism is the worst, and the mishap is the more calamitous in a drawn-out and detailed one.
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A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
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In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.
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Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyesMay weep, but never see,A night of memories and of sighsI consecrate to thee.
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My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
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Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
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Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
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Great men lose somewhat of their greatness by being near us; ordinary men gain much.
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Delay in justice is injustice.
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Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.
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Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
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I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
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Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.
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We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.