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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Cold Enough Yourself
Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
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Difficult Men Religion Woman
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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Ourselves Writing
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Change Faith Light Soul
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.
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Life Love
Shut your eyes and see.
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Eyes One Liner See
Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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Curves Emotion Government Intellectual Men
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Family Love Mom World
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
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Brother Life Men Ourselves Walk Wife
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Fall Light Music
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
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Different Order Perfection Word Writing
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Sympathy Togetherness
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
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Emotion One Liner Sentimental
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
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Eyes Heart Himself Life Past Story
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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Death End Himself Live Soul

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