Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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More Petrarch Quotes
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Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
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I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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