A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
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A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
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Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
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Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.
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An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
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Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desire to attain to what thou art not; for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest.
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Consult duty not events.
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Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
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Great men always pay deference to greater.
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Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.
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I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
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I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
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In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.
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Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
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Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
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Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
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My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
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No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.
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O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
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People, like nails, lose their effectiveness when they lose direction and begin to bend.
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Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
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The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
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The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
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The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.
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There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.
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Truth is a point, the subtlest and finest; harder than adamant; never to be broken, worn away or blunted. Its only bad quality is, that it is sure to hurt those who touch it; and likely to draw blood, perhaps the life blood of those who press earnestly upon it.
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We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
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We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
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We talk on principal, but act on motivation.
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We think that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
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Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
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