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| | Bret Harte | | Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass-at least, to all intent; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent. |  | | Read more... | |
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| | Bret Harte | | Now, I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass-at least, to all intent; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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| | George Eliot | | Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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| | Washington Irving | | When friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace, these [books] only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope nor deserted sorrow. | | | Read more... | |
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| | Washington Irving | | When friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace, these [books] only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope nor deserted sorrow. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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| | Joseph Conrad | | It is very difficult to be wholly joyous or wholly sad on this earth. The comic, when it is human, soon takes upon itself a face of pain; and some of our griefs...have their source in weaknesses which must be recognized with smiling compassion as the common inheritance of us all. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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| | Edgar Allan Poe | | The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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| | L. Frank Baum | | Folklore, legends, myths, and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvelous, and manifestly unreal. Discuss | | | Read more... | |
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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow. 
The path of social advancement is, and must be, strewn with broken friendships.