Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
GEORGE ELIOTThe troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.
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Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
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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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there are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
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The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
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Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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