Two lives that once part are as ships that divide.
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When the world has got hold of a lie, it is astonishing how hard it is to kill it. You beat it over the head, till it seems to have given up the ghost, and behold! the next day it is as healthy as ever.
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Nine times out of ten it is over the Bridge of Sighs that we pass the narrow gulf from youth to manhood. That interval is usually marked by an ill placed or disappointed affection. We recover and we find ourselves a new being. The intellect has become hardened by the fire through which it has passed. The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
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Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
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Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.
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The conscience is the most flexible material in the world. Today you cannot stretch it over a mole hill; while tomorrow it can hide a mountain.
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No author ever drew a character consistent to human nature, but he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.
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What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.
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The easiest person to deceive is one's own self.
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How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.
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A fool flatters himself, a wise man flatters the fool.
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The world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy.
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A good cigar is as great a comfort to a man as a good cry is to a woman.
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A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.
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The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion.
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There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate.
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Chance happens to all, but to turn chance to account is the gift of few.
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In science read the newest works, in literature read the oldest.
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Talent does what it can genius does what it must.
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We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
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That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor pelf: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.
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Reading without purpose is sauntering not exercise.
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It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.
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Talent does what it can; genius does what it must.
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Happiness and virtue rest upon each other; the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.
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Talent does what it can, Genius does what it must.
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