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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
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Always Fiction Strange Stranger Truth
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
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I learned to love despair.
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Armenian is the language to speak with God.
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Think not I am what I appear.
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Appear Result Think What
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
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This is the age of oddities let loose.
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Age Let Loose Oddities
The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Compassion Dew Tera
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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Who then will explain the explanation?
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Explain Explanation
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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Ear Gentle Lobely Make Music Near Water Wind
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
The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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Come what may, I have been blest.
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Been Blest Come May

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