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Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

Petrarch

My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Age Chill Draw Feeling Flower Green Myself
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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Bark Difficult Ignorance Save
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Beginning Doubt End One Liner
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Blessing Dangerous Health Live Man Reason Yourself
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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Change Forever Glow Last Quick Time
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Elegant Empty Language Production
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Fortune Honor Oneself Respect

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

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