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Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree read more
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
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In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright--
From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.
Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.
Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
If we are forced, at every hour, to watch or listen to horrible events, this constant stream of ghastly impressions read more
If we are forced, at every hour, to watch or listen to horrible events, this constant stream of ghastly impressions will deprive even the most delicate among us of all respect for humanity.
She was and is (what can there more be said?)
On earth the first, in heaven the second maid.
She was and is (what can there more be said?)
On earth the first, in heaven the second maid.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
