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The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.

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Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.
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Gratitude Heaven True Way
The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.
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Offend Silence Sin World
Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.
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Perfection Reason Sober Wisdom
Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.
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Age Madam Time
Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.
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Cruelty Doubt Truth Worst
Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.
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Day Love Reason Rule Yourself
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.
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Goodness Heaven Known Myself Talk
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry.
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Bad Oneself Poetry Writing
How strange it is to see with how much passion People see things only in their own fashion!
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Fashion Passion People See Strange
Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
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Death Ourselves
Frankly, it’s good enough to lock up in a drawer.
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Draw Enough Goodness
There’s a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
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Complaint Death Decent Doctor Kill Remark
As the purpose of comedy is to correct the vices of men, I see no reason why anyone should be exempt.
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Comedy Correct Man Myself Purpose Vice
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
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Fine Goodness Live Soup Word
Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
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Bad Honor Man Poet Writing
That must be fine, for I don’t understand a word.
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Fine Myself Understand Word

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.

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