Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.
BARONESS ORCZYIt 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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A woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
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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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Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
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There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
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The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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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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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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Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
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Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.
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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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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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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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She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him
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