What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
LORD BYRONArmenian is the language to speak with God.
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Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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Absence – that common cure of love.
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Adversity is the first path to truth.
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I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable.
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The best prophet of the future is the past.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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The first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
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Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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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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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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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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Come what may, I have been blest.
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
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The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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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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The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
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A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
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Think not I am what I appear.
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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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