When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.
HENRY WARD BEECHERSorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
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Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
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Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments.
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It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.
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People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men.
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Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
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It is not what we read, but what we remember, that makes us learned. It is not what we intend, but what we do that makes us useful. It is not a few faint wishes, but a life long struggle, that makes us valiant.
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Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.
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To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.
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It’s easier to go down a hill than up it but the view is much better at the top.
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A man’s character is the reality of himself; his reputation, the opinion others have formed about him; character resides in him, reputation in other people; that is the substance, this is the shadow.
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What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.
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All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.
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Men’s best successes come after their disappointments.
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The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.
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We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
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