The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
WALTER SCOTTNovember’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
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The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
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Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
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The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
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And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
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Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.
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Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.
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Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.
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A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
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Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.
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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
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Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!
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We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
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