Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
EDGAR ALLAN POEA million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.
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We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
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Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
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I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
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All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
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The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
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Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.
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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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Sleep, those little slices of death – how I loathe them.
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.
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Art is to look at not to criticize.
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
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That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
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