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Nature magically suits the man to his fortunes, by making these the fruit of his character.
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Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about.
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Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.
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They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt; And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
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I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
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Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.
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The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.
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It is the fault of our rhetoric that we cannot strongly state one fact without seeming to belie some other.
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The value of a principle is the number of things it will explain.
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Never read any book that is not a year old.
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A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts.
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Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
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The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?
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Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.
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So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
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Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.
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The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.
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Beauty will not come at the call of a legislature, nor will it repeat in England or America its history in Greece. It will come, as always, unannounced, and spring up between the feet of brave and earnest men.
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The soul active sees absolute truth; and utters truth, or creates.
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I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.
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People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.
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None believeth in the soul of man, but only in some man or person old and departed.
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The soul is subject to dollars.
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Whatever limits us we call Fate.