No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

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Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.

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There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody’s experience ever suits us but our own.

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We might have been – these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life’s bewailing.

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Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art o social life.

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How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

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I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

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Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

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An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

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No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

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A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

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Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

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Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o’er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

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All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

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Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

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We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

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Delicious tears! The heart’s own dew.

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