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.
GEORGE ELIOTAny coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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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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The 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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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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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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When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
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