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If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.

Lord Byron

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
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Beautiful Extension Faculties Fine Perception
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
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Always Cheap Existence Laugh Medicine Philosophy Side Sunny Understood Well
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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Coarseness Country Force Freedom Model Moderation People Rudeness
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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Ear Gentle Lobely Make Music Near Water Wind
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
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Aspect Beauty Best Bright Cloydless Dark Eye Meet Night Skies Starry Walk
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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Eternity Forbids Forget Thee
Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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Drink Eat Love Nickel Rest Worth
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
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Amorous Chaste Pure Warm
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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Lead led Most Think
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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Day Die Dreading Fool Lathing Life Live Shall Steal Terror Time Us
I am not now That which I have been.
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Been Now Thought Which
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
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Hatred Heart Madness
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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Also Evil Generally Must Mystery Suspect
What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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Drink Mere Pause Thinking
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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Drop Ink Small Thing Word

If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.

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