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It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
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Spiritual favors are not always to be looked for, and not always to be relied on.
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Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth road that led to the heavenly city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.
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It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
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Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.
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No man was ever ruined from without; the final ruin comes from within, when you turn hopeless and lose courage!
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A little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.
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For still I see that forethought spares afterthought and after-sorrow.
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The nighttime of the body is the daytime of the soul.
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when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.
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I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.
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A good message will always find a messenger.
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The first step is what I like to be sure of ... to the second step it often binds you.
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Be not too strict - too far east is west. You may lose all by demanding all.
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Dreams are large possessions ... they are an expansion of life, an enlightenment, and a discipline. I thank God for my dream life; my daily life would be far poorer, if it wanted the second sight of dreams.
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If a thing is to be done, there is no time like the hour that has not struck.
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The matrimonial shoe pinches me.
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We generally get the evil we expect.
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Oh, the soul keeps its youth!
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To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
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Truth can be outraged by silence quite as cruelly as by speech.
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... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.
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... if fiction does not show us a better life than reality, what is the good of it?
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Move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.