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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Desire Ourselves Rich
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Cutting Desire Inspirational
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
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Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
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Fame Glory Heaven Myself Seek Thinking
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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Application Live Myself Nourishment Soul Work
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
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Beginning Bound Difference Influence Man Myself
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner

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