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	There is a great deal we never think of calling religion that is still fruit unto God, and garnered by Him in the harvest. The fruits of the Spirit are love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, patience, goodness. I affirm that if these fruits are found in any form, whether you show your patience as a woman nursing a fretful child, or as a man attending to the vexing detail of a business, or as a physician following the dark mazes of sickness, or as a mechanic fitting the joints and valves of a locomotive; being honest true besides, you bring forth truth unto God.   
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	Earnestness is the best gift of mental power, and deficiency of heart is the cause of many men never becoming great.   
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	Bright and illustrious illusions!   
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	Birds sing in vain to the ear, flowers bloom in vain to the eye, of mortified vanity and galled ambition. He who would know repose in retirement must carry into retirement his destiny, integral and serene, as the Caesars transported the statue of Fortune into the chamber they chose for their sleep.   
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	Dandies, when first-rate, are generally very agreeable men.   
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	Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.   
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	Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.   
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	Ambition has no rest.   
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	I would rather have five energetic and competent enemies than one fool friend.   
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	There is no past, as long as books shall live. Books make the past our heritage and our home.   
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	Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.   
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	Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.   
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	Of all the conditions to which the heart is subject suspense is one that most gnaws and cankers into the frame. One little month of that suspense, when it involves death, we are told by an eye witness in "Wakefield on the Punishment of Death," is sufficient to plough fixed lines and furrows in a convict of five and twenty,--sufficient, to dash the brown hair with grey, and to bleach the grey to white.   
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	Art is the effort of man to express the ideas which nature suggests to him of a power above nature, whether that power be within the recesses of his own being, or in the Great First Cause of which nature, like himself, is but the effect.   
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	It is an error to suppose that courage means courage in everything.   
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	Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.   
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	Every man of sound brain whom you meet knows something worth knowing better than yourself. A man, on the whole, is a better preceptor than a book. But what scholar does not allow that the dullest book can suggest to him a new and a sound idea?   
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	We must remember how apt man is to extremes--rushing from credulity and weakness to suspicion and distrust.   
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	Faith builds in the dungeon and lazarhouse its sublimest shrines; and up, through roofs of stone, that shut out the eye of heaven, ascends the ladder where the angels glide to and fro,--prayer.   
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	We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.   
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	In solitude the passions feed upon the heart.   
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	He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.   
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	Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May And hive the the trifty sweetness for December!   
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	There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate.   
