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"Stars earn their brightest colors in the dark."
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Personal Development

"Each moment has an unrealized dimension of beauty that only your perspective can liberate."
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Personal Development

"Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait."
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Personal Development

"True fashion should reflect deeper feelings of inner passion for life."
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Personal Development

"If the path is beautiful, all you have to do when walking in that path is to be beautiful so as to not ruin the beauty of the path!"
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"Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste."
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"The beauty of a woman is not in her facial makeup but in the kindness of her soul."
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"You always were beautiful, and you always will be beautiful."
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"Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused."
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"Do what is beautiful to make yourself beautiful."
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"Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder."
Family

"In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect."
Food

"Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness."
Religion

"There is no real wealth but the labor of man."
Wealth

"Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker."
Money

"Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted."
Death

"War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade."
War

"When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even."
Care

"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
Soul

"History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man."
History
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