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There are always two parties, the party of the Past and the party of the Future: the Establishment and the Movement. At times the resistance is reanimated, the schism runs under the world and appears in Literature, Philosophy, Church, State and social customs.
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We boil at different degrees.
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In all my lectures, I have taught one doctrine, namely, the infinitude of the private man.
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Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.
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O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.
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Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.
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Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.
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With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.
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There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount.
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Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.
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Children are all foreigners.
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But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.
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A man is a golden impossibility. The line he must walk is a hair's breadth. The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.
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There is a tendency for things to right themselves.
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For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.
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The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
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Language is the archives of history … Language is fossil poetry.
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Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.
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I regard it as the irresistible effect of the Copernican astronomy to have made the theological scheme of redemption absolutely incredible
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Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never arrived!
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By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
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We are wiser than we know.
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In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed.
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And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.