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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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Born Happiness Joy Must Share Twin
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Friendship Love May Often Susbside
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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Every Mind Mistake Mortal Scratch Timid Wound
The heart will break, but broken live on.
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Break Broken Heart Live
Adversity is the first path to truth.
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Adversity First Path Truth
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
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Hour Lay May Ruin Scare State Thousand Year
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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Alone Appetite Fresh Get Only Out
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
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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Biggest Dare Food Reason Slave
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
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
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Dying Four Living Made Question Sacred Spirit Value Worth
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
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
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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Heart Instinct Like
I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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Among Shroud Stood Them Thought
In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Alone at Least Solitude

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