O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
LORD BYRONI learned to love despair.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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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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America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
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And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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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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Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
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A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
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The first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
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We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
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What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
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But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
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