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I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

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There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
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Cry One Liner Pain Please Pleasure Weep
Love is the force that leaves you colorless.
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Colorless Deep Force Leave Love One Liner
There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
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Alcohol Nap Refresh Stimulation
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
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Encouragement Horse Motivational Race Spirit Try Win
Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour.
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Appointment Patience Time
Love is a kind of warfare.
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Kind Love One Liner Warfare
First appearance deceives many.
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Appearance Business Deceive
Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
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Death Deep Delay Punishment
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we; We know not what we do, and while we’re young We have the right to live and love like gods.
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Creature God Love Planet Venus Young
Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
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Delight Refuse Same Women
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.
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Live Love She Sleep Woman
The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
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Bright Burn Clean Lamp Wicked
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.
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Anger Beast Fair Peace
Even as a cow she was lovely.
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Cow Lovely
Habits change into character.
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Character Deep Habit One Liner
First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, ‘I believe,’ three times.
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Arise Believe Morning Positive

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

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I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

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