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Friend, hast thou considered the "rugged, all-nourishing earth," as Sophocles well names her; how she feeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man?
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Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
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It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.
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The modern majesty consists in work. What a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by doing it.
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It is a fact which escapes no one, that, generally speaking, whoso is acquainted with his worth has but a little stock to cultivate acquaintance with.
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The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.
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Laughter is the cipher key wherewith we decipher the whole man.
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If you are ever in doubt as to whether to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt.
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The dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive. Their baseness and wickedness was not they, was but the heavy and unmanageable environment that lay round them.
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Do not be embarrassed by your mistakes. Nothing can teach us better than our understanding of them. This is one of the best ways of self-education.
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Earnestness alone makes life eternity.
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Know what thou canst work at, and work at it like a Hercules.
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The Highest Being reveals himself in man.
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Fancy that thou deservest to be hangedthou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ina hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.
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Silence, the great Empire of Silence: higher than all stars; deeper than the Kingdom of Death! It alone is great; all else is small.
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The word of Mohammad is a voice direct from nature's own heart - all else is wind in comparison.
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Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.
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Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible precept, Know theyself; till it be translated into this partially possible one, know what thou canst work at.
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This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.
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Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.
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If I say that Shakespeare is the greatest of intellects, I have said all concerning him. But there is more in Shakespeare's intellect than we have yet seen. It is what I call an unconscious intellect; there is more virtue in it that he himself is aware of.
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A great man shows his greatness by the way he treats little men.
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O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.
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Caution is the lower story of prudence.