To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
GEORGE ELIOTThe darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
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