Pride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDENGreat souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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