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Belief
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Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
-Emily Bronte
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Charity
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Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
-Emily Bronte
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Death
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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
-Emily Bronte
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Dreams
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I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
-Emily Bronte
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Faith
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I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal...
-Emily Bronte
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Friends
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
-Emily Bronte
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Goodness
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
-Emily Bronte
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Pride
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
-Emily Bronte
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Society
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
-Emily Bronte
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Tyranny
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The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
-Emily Bronte
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Work
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A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
-Emily Bronte
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