It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
GEORGE ELIOTOf 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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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
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I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
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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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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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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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A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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