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Of all the virtues necessary to the completion of the perfect man, there is none to be more delicately implied and less ostentatiously vaunted than that of exquisite feeling or universal benevolence.
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A man is already of consequence in the world when it is known that we can implicitly rely upon him. Often I have known a man to be preferred in stations of honor and profit because he had this reputation: When he said he knew a thing, he knew it, and when he said he would do a thing, he did it.
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In how large a proportion of creatures is existence composed of one ruling passion, the most agonizing of all sensations--fear.
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The night is past,-joy cometh with the morrow.
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The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.
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People praise us behind our backs, but we hear them not; few before our faces, and who is not suspicious of the truth of such praise?
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Genius is but fine observation strengthened by fixity of purpose.
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The same refinement which brings us new pleasures exposes us to new pains.
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Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
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Fortune is said to be blind, but her favorites never are. Ambition has the eye of the eagle, prudence that of the lynx; the first looks through the air, the last along the ground.
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It is only in some corner of the brain which we leave empty that Vice can obtain a lodging. When she knocks at your door be able to say: "No room for your ladyship; pass on.
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Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.
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The real truthfulness of all works of imagination, sculpture, painting, and written fiction, is so purely in the imagination, that the artist never seeks to represent positive truth, but the idealized image of a truth.
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Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
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Business first, then pleasure.
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The classic literature is always modern.
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And, of all the things upon earth, I hold that a faithful friend is the best.
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Could we know by what strange circumstances a man's genius became prepared for practical success, we should discover that the most serviceable items in his education were never entered in the bills which his father paid for.
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Time, O my friend, is money! Time wasted can never conduce to money well managed.
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To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.
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The faults of a brilliant writer are never dangerous on the long run; a thousand people read his work who would read no other; inquiry is directed to each of his doctrines; it is soon discovered what is sound and what is false; the sound become maxims, and the false beacons.
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Fine natures are like fine poems; a glance at the first two lines suffices for a guess into the beauty that waits you if you read on.
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Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man read his own dark heart.
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Success never needs an excuse.