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Armenian is the language to speak with God.
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Let joy be unconfined.
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Joy Let Unconfined
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
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Come Dangerous Late Life Like Love Measles Most
To have joy, one must share it.
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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
I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
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Blown Brain Day Given Good Law Many Moter Pleasure Recollection
The devil was the first democrat
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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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Biggest Dare Food Reason Slave
Of religion I know nothing — at least, in its favor.
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Favor Hiding Know Least Religion
I learned to love despair.
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Who then will explain the explanation?
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Explain Explanation
In solitude, where we are least alone.
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Alone Lease Solitude
The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
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Conclusive Discussion Every Himself Intervene Manner Sense Tiger Will
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
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Brain Few Thing May Preach More Pleas Surpass Wine
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
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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