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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

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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
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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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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Of religion I know nothing — at least, in its favor.
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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Hearts will break – yet brokenly, live on.
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I learned to love despair.
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself…that a tiger is an optical illusion–well, he will find out he is wrong.
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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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I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
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The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
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Beyond Mortal Mortality Seek Thing
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
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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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Cheek Country Existence Face Hollow Hope Least Nothing Paint People Person Rub See Touch Truth

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