13 ordspråk av Lady Marguerite Blessington
Lady Marguerite Blessington
Genius is the gold in the mine; talent is the miner who works and brings it out.
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Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.
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Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society
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Love-matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.
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Mountains appear more lofty, the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular
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Mountains appear more lofty, the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular
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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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Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.
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Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.
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Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits
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Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.
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Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
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Virtue, like a dowerless beauty, has more admirers than followers.
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