A woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
BARONESS ORCZYVirtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
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There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
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music is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires.
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Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
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When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?’ When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.
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…but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.
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Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
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I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.
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Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.
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The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.
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Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
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We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
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It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.
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Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
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