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Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

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Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
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Few People Possession Reason Say Unreasonable
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Friendship Love May Often Susbside
I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!
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All Death Die Hateful Innate Instinct Invisible Life Live Living Loathsome Make Nanjing Singing Sve
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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Count Cry Drawer Embedded Keep Love Money Once Over Sequin Some Such Wek
I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
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Any Believe Immortality Nothing Religion
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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Angling Art Coldest Crueiet Pretended Sport Stupidity
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
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
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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Ear Gentle Lobely Make Music Near Water Wind
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
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Bridge Country Each Hand Person Place Prison Sighs Stood
I learned to love despair.
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Despair Learn Love
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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Dome Feeling Palace Soul Thought
That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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Beauty Dreamt Duty Found Life Slep Woke
I am not now That which I have been.
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Been Now Thought Which

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