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In solitude, where we are least alone.

Lord Byron

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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Agree Anything Friend Lover Mistress never Over
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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Angling Art Coldest Crueiet Pretended Sport Stupidity
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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Alone Appetite Fresh Get Only Out
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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Dep Intrude Lonely Pathless Pleasure Rapture Sea Shore Society Wood
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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Mourn Truly Without Witness
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Deny Doubt Everything Nothing Off Pagan Shake Short Something
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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Blue Dark Deep Feetm Sweep Ocean Over Roll Teen Thousand Vain
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
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Life Rainbow Storm
Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Treasure Tyranny Worst
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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Lead led Most Think
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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Beauty Dreamt Duty Found Life Slep Woke
Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.
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Ass Author Could Each Enough Know Knowledge Level Man Nothing Only Pleasant Quote Said Science Socrate
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
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
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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Born Happiness Joy Must Share Twin
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

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