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.
BARONESS ORCZYVirtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
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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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We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
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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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Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.
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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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Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
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In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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