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He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.
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People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.
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We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
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Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
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Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.
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The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.
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In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
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To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
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Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
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He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
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The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity.
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If you want to civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
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Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of his writing when a ruler imposes silence on the people. Something emerges from that enforced silence, a mysterious fullness which filters through and becomes steely in the thought.
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I write with one hand, but I fight with both.
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A woman's best qualities are harmful if undiluted with prudence.
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There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
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Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.
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He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends.
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A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
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Friendship exists outside our modern economy of scarcity... It's not about apportioning vanishing resources of time and energy. Friendship is a blessed relic of the ancient economy of the gift, and the time freely given to people dear to you actually creates magical abundance.
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Babylon violated diminishes Alexander; Rome enslaved diminishes Caesar; massacred Jerusalem diminishes Titus. Tyranny follows the tyrant. Woe to the man who leaves behind a shadow that bears his form.
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If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
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Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
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She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.