How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
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More quotes from Maurice Maeterlinck
We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.
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Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
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Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.
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Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?
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They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors.
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A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
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Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.
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We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.
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All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
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Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
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No great inner event befalls those who summon it not.
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To be happy is only to have freed one’s soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
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It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
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How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
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An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.
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At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
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Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves.
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