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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
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Defend Dog Firmest First Foremost Friend Life Poor Welcome
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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Cheek Country Existence Face Hollow Hope Least Nothing Paint People Person Rub See Touch Truth
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
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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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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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Always Cheap Laugh Medicine
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
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Feather Highly Men Nothing Quicker Rapidly Rise Straw Think World
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
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The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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Abyss Bliss Care Fall Into Know Little
I learned to love despair.
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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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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Deny Doubt Everything Nothing
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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I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
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Emotion Feel Loved World

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