Louise Imogen Guiney quotes:
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Quotations (such as have point and lack triteness) from the great old authors are an act of reverence on the part of the quoter, and a blessing to a public grown superficial and external.
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Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued ...
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Life is legal tender, and individual character stamps its value. We are from a thousand mints, and all genuine. Despite our infinitely diverse appraisements, we make change for one another. So many ideals planted are worth the great gold of Socrates; so many impious laws broken are worth John Brown.
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Character demonstrates itself in trifles.
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High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell.
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I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!
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Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.
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My own passion, all my life, has been non-collecting.
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Very few can be trusted with an education.
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Youth is slipping, dripping, pearl on pearl, away.
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Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.
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[Death:] The one inexorable thing!
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With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.
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A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.
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Children are born optimists and we slowly educate them out of their heresy
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Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds ...
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No pleasure or success in life quite meets the capacity of our hearts. We take in our good things with enthusiasm, and think ourselves happy and satisfied; but afterward, when the froth and foam have subsided, we discover that the goblet is not more than half-filled with the golden liquid that was poured into it.
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The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.
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The hand betrays the heart ...