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Ugly and deformed people have great need of unusual virtues, because they are likely to be extremely uncomfortable without them.
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It was a room where you had no reason for sitting in one place rather than in another.
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A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.
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Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
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Knightly love is blent with reverenceAs heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
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Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand - ...
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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it...
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‘Why, what can a man do when he takes to adoring one of you mermaids? He only neglects his work and runs up bills.’
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Truth is the precious harvest of the earth. But once, when harvest waved upon a land, The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar, Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods, Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws, And turned the harvest into pestilence, Until men said, What profits it to sow?
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The mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.
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'Tis God gives skill,But not without men's hands: He could not makeAntonio Stradivari's violinsWithout Antonio.
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Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.
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So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing a beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man.
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Those who trust us educate us.
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Instead of trying to still his fears he encouraged them, with that superstitious impression which clings to us all, that if we expect evil very strongly it is the less likely to come; . . .
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Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.
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There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.
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when a man had deserved his good luck, it was the part of his neighbours to wish him joy.
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If a man means to be hard, let him keep in his saddle and speak from that height, above the level of pleading eyes, and with the command of a distant horizon.
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A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar, unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge.
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'An accomplished woman almost always knows more than we men, though her knowledge is of a different sort. I am sure you could teach me a thousand things-as an exquisite bird could teach a bear if there were any common language between them. Happily, there is a common language between women and men, and so the bears can get taught.'
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I see a face of love, Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong: Yea - art thou come again to me, great Song?' The face bent over him like silver night In long-remembered summers; that calm light Of days which shine in firmaments of thought, That past unchangeable, from change still wrought.
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Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.