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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Deny Doubt Everything Nothing
The heart will break, but broken live on.
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Break Broken Heart Live
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
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Death Early Favorite Give Heaven
The devil was the first democrat
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Democrat Devil First
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
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Add Head Heart Passion Rhyme
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
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Divine Form Man Part Pure Soul Steam Trouble
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
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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Eternity Forbids Forget Thee
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
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Belive Man might Reason Sleep Tell Useless Wake Well
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
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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Agreeable Existing Feeling Government Most Politics Setestation Shortest Simplest Summary Utter
The busy have no time for tears.
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Busy Schedule Tear Time
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
I am not now That which I have been.
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Been Now Thought Which
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

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