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I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!

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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
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Call Hate Misanthrope Them
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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Heart Instinct Like
What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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Man Strange Thing Woman
The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Compassion Dew Tera
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
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Beyond Mortal Mortality Seek Thing
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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Guest Pretty Welcome Woman
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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Biggest Dare Food Reason Slave
Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Treasure Tyranny Worst
Who then will explain the explanation?
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Explain Explanation
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
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Count Cry Drawer Embedded Keep Love Money Once Over Sequin Some Such Wek
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Deny Doubt Everything Nothing
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
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Belive Man might Reason Sleep Tell Useless Wake Well
A drop of ink may make a million think.
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Drop Ink May Million Think
Let joy be unconfined.
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Joy Let Unconfined
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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Age Being Good Hand Joyous Old Play Stop Work
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
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Bridge Country Each Hand Person Place Prison Sighs Stood

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