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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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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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All Believe Chose Fool Impostors Men Most Mystery Sect Understand Written
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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Also Evil Generally Must Mystery Suspect
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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Abyss Bliss Care Fall Into Know Little
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
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Came Dead Infinity Inquire Know Living Midst Myriad Shall Star System Useless World
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
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Gave Heart Key Knock Love Make
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
Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.
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Ass Author Could Each Enough Know Knowledge Level Man Nothing Only Pleasant Quote Said Science Socrate
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
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Art Even Exist Great Life Pain Sensation
The best prophet of the future is the past.
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Best Future Past Prophet
The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Compassion Dew Tera
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
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Celebrity Glad Known Many Person
In solitude, where we are least alone.
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Alone Lease Solitude
In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Alone at Least Solitude
Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Treasure Tyranny Worst
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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Guest Pretty Welcome Woman
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
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Advantage Give Later Lover Man May Expect Sooner Tyrant Woman
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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Beautiful Extension Faculties Fine Perception
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
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Being Best Drunk Intoxication Life Man Much Reasonable
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
Think not I am what I appear.
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Appear Result Think What
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
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Country Formed Horde Mighty Now People Person Place Polish Society Tries
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
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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Mourn Truly Without Witness
Absence – that common cure of love.
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Absence Common Cure Love
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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Every Mind Mistake Mortal Scratch Timid Wound
I learned to love despair.
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Despair Learn Love
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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Count Cry Drawer Embedded Keep Love Money Once Over Sequin Some Such Wek

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