Tears are the silent language of grief.
It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.
Il [le Chevalier de Belle-Isle] était capable de tout imaginer, de tout arranger, et de tout faire.
The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.
He who has not the spirit of this age, has all the misery of it.
The best government is a benevolent tyranny tempered by an occasional assassination.
The silver key of the fountain of tears.
See, see what showers arise,Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.
Behold who ever wept, and in his tearsWas happier far than others in their smiles.
Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquentOf infinite affection; far too bigFor words.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep,Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depths of some divine despair.
But woe awaits a country, whenShe sees the tears of bearded men.
The tears of the young who go their way, last a day;But the grief is long of the old who stay.
I had not so much of man in me,And all my mother came into my eyes,And gave me up to tears.
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