Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
GEORGE ELIOTThe years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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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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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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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.
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