What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is … - Alphonse de Lamartine

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A prince who is not himself wise cannot be wisely advised. . . . Good advice depends on the shrewdness of the prince who seeks it, and not the shrewdness of the prince on good advice.

Alphonse de Lamartine

What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?

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There is a name hidden in the shadow of my soul, where I read it night and day and no other eye sees it.

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Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!

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Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

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Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.

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Mystery hovers over all things here below.

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