To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.
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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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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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