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The infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges.
Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
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Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
Age: 59 †
Born: 1789
Born: September 1
Died: 1849
Died: June 4
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There are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to try to console without betraying a knowledge of their existence, as there are physical maladies which a physician ought to seek to heal without letting the sufferer know that he has discovered their extent.
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Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.
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When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.
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Bores: People who talk of themselves, when you are thinking only of yourself.
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[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.
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There is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid as a knowledge of the world and no one ever became an adept in it except at the expense of a hardened or a wounded heart.
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Superstition is but the fear of belief.
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Listeners beware, for ye are doomed never to hear good of yourselves.
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... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.
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Love in France is a comedy in England a tragedy in Italy an opera seria and in Germany a melodrama.
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Wit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.
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Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.
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We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them.
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Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.
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Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.
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People seem to lose all respect for the past events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.
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Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.
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Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.
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Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.
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A mother's love! O holy, boundless thing! Fountain whose waters never cease to spring!
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