There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness, and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity.
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Action, looks, words, steps, form the alphabet by which you may spell character.
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You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.
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It is a poor wit who lives by borrowing the words, decisions, inventions and actions of others.
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The prudent see only the difficulties, the bold only the advantages, of a great enterprise; the hero sees both; diminishes the former and makes the latter preponderate, and so conquers.
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He can feel no little wants who is in pursuit of grandeur.
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Depend on no man, on no friend but him who can depend on himself. He only who acts conscientiously toward himself, will act so toward others.
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He who seldom speaks, and with one calm well-timed word can strike dumb the loquacious, is a genius or a hero.
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Kiss the hand of him who can renounce what he has publicly taught, when convicted of his error and who, with heartfelt joy, embraces the truth, though with the sacrifice of favorite opinions.
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I am prejudiced in favor of him who, without impudence, can ask boldly. He has faith in humanity, and faith in himself. No one who is not accustomed to giving grandly can ask nobly and with boldness.
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He is incapable of truly good action who finds not a pleasure in contemplating the good actions of others.
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A sneer is often the sign of heartless malignity.
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If you see one cold and vehement at the same time, set him down for a fanatic.
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Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence.
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He knows very little of mankind who expects, by any facts or reasoning, to convince a determined party man.
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There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.
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Let none turn over books, or roam the stars in quest of God, who sees him not in man.
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You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
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Never say you know a man until you have divided an inheritance with him.
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