"How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice."
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"How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice."
"The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world."
"That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow."
"It's never too late to be who you were meant to be."
"Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar."
"A good horse makes short miles."
"The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men."
"Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self."
"She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts."
"In high vengeance there is noble scorn."
"What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?"
"Nature has her language, and she is not unveracious; but we don't know all the intricacies of her syntax just yet, and in a hasty reading we may happen to extract the very opposite of her real meaning."
"Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor."
"A woman's rank Lies in the fulness of her womanhood: Therein alone she is royal."
"There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism."
"It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old."
"The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief."
"What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self."
"The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness."
"Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?"