All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
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An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.
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As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
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Begin somewhere: you cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do.
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Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.
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Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
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Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
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Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
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Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
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Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.
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Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
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Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
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Fate loves the fearless.
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Folks never understand the folks they hate.
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Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
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Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
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Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
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Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime . Not failure, but low aim is crime.
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I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.
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If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
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In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
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In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.
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Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.
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It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.
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It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.
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It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
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Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
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Let us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never happen.
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Light is the symbol of truth.
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Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
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Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
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On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women.
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Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
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One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
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Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.
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Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.
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Sorrow is the great idealizer.
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Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
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The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
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The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
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The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
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The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
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The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.
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There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
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There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
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There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
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They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.
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Those who know the truth are not equal to those who love it Confucius All truth is safe and nothing else is safe, but he who keeps back truth, or withholds it from men, from motives of expediency, is either a coward or a criminal.
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To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.
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Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
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Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne.
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Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
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We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.
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What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us.
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Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.
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Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
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