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

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The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
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Conclusive Discussion Every Himself Intervene Manner Sense Tiger Will
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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Drop Ink Small Thing Word
The first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
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We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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Always Cheap Laugh Medicine
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
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Add Head Heart Passion Rhyme
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
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Beautiful Blue Ether Increase Light Mass Multiply Unimaginable Wildence
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
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Dry Fame Gore Honest Most Sea Shedding Single Tear
Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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Age Being Good Hand Joyous Old Play Stop Work
Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
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Apple Ate Demand Dinner Eve Much Since
Self praise is no praise at all.
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All Praise Self
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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Dream Glimmering Gone Thing
A drop of ink may make a million think.
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Drop Ink May Million Think
In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Alone at Least Solitude
Friendship is Love without his wings!
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Emotion Feeling Friendship Love Wing
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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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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Always Cheap Existence Laugh Medicine Philosophy Side Sunny Understood Well
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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Born Happiness Joy Must Share Twin
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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Alone Appetite Fresh Get Only Out
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Friendship Love May Often Susbside
Absence – that common cure of love.
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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
What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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Drink Mere Pause Thinking
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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Mourn Truly Without Witness
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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Country Countrymen Love Though
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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Answer Gold Knowledge Letter Need Only Pleasure Reading
The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
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Ache Along Country Eternity Leave Limpid People Person Reviry Think Unbound

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