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The Pall Mall Gazette is written by gentlemen for gentlemen.
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Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room; and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will be no more seen.
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If success is rare and slow, everybody knows how quick and easy ruin is.
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A good laugh is sunshine in the house.
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Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?
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No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.
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Humor is the mistress of tears.
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If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.
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I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses.
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He was always thinking of his brother's soul, or of the souls of those who differed with him in opinion: it is a sort of comfort which many of the serious give themselves.
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Be it remembered that man subsists upon the air more than upon his meat and drink; but no one can exist for an hour without a copious supply of air. The atmosphere which some breathe is contaminated and adulterated, and with its vital principles so diminished that it cannot fully decarbonize the blood, nor fully excite the nervous system.
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When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.
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The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
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Lucky he who has been educated to bear his fate, whatsoever it may be, by an early example of uprightness, and a childish training in honor.
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...the greatest tyrants over women are women.
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There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
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One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.
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The unambitious sluggard pretends that the eminence is not worth attaining, declines altogether the struggle, and calls himself a philosopher. I say he is a poor-spirited coward.
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He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.
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Love makes fools of us all, big and little.
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If a man has committed wrong in life, I don't know any moralist more anxious to point his errors out to the world than his own relations.
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You read the past in some old faces.
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it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody
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We love being in love, that's the truth on't. If we had not met Joan, we should have met Kate, and adored her. We know our mistresses are no better than many other women, nor no prettier, nor no wiser, nor no wittier. 'Tis not for these reasons we love a woman, or for any special quality or charm I know of; we might as well demand that a lady should be the tallest woman in the world, like the Shropshire giantess, as that she should be a paragon in any other character, before we began to love her.