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That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

Lord Byron

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
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All Each Great Hope Married Much never Other Shall
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
In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Alone at Least Solitude
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
That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Divine Form Man Part Pure Soul Steam Trouble
The first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
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Advocate Convert First Nepotism Republic Single Time Uncontracdicate Univeral
Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
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Apple Ate Demand Dinner Eve Much Since
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.
LORD BYRON

Ages All Around Bound Change Earth Every Language Lapse Skym Star Thing Time
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
Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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Drink Eat Love Nickel Rest Worth
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
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
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
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Amorous Chaste Pure Warm
The dew of compassion is a tear.
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Compassion Dew Tera
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

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

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