Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
GEORGE ELIOTDeath is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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