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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

George Eliot

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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Acquaintance Day Like New Next One Sure Them Will
Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
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Echo Live Perpetual Soul
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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Dead Forgotten never Our Them Until
Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
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Decide Stick Think What
My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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Conviction Deepen Degree Develop Experience Measure Moral Own Progress
Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
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Character Cut Marble Something Unalterable
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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Adventure Man Outside Within
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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Close Glory Leave Margin See Speck Tiny Vision
Trouble’s made us kin.
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Made Trouble Us
I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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Fly Futter None Way
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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Giving Luxury Must One Poor
Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
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Apt Conscientious Course Duty Most Painful People See Which
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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Ass Before Bray Down Shake Star
Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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Death Kind World
There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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Kill Once Suspicious
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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More never Plant Rain Roses Tree Want

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

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