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Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

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Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
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Day Die Dreading Fool Lathing Life Live Shall Steal Terror Time Us
The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
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Ages All Around Bound Change Earth Every Language Lapse Skym Star Thing Time
A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
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Drop Make Million Perhaps Small Think Thousand
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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Also Evil Generally Must Mystery Suspect
Absence – that common cure of love.
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Absence Common Cure Love
I learned to love despair.
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Despair Learn Love
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
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
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
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Emotion Feel Loved World
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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Coarseness Country Force Freedom Model Moderation People Rudeness
Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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Drink Eat Love Nickel Rest Worth
In solitude, where we are least alone.
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Alone Lease Solitude
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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Before Hear Music Once Perish Speak Voice
This is the age of oddities let loose.
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Age Let Loose Oddities
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

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