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Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
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Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.
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They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.
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He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.
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A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
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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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It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.
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The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
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Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.
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It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.
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So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.
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It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory.
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We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.
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The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one's head.
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True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.
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All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.
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So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.
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Beauty is as useful as the useful. More so, perhaps. (Le beau est aussi utile que l'utile. Plus peut-etre.)
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If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
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The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.
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...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.
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Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.
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Popularity? It's glory's small change.
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Not being heard is no reason for silence.