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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

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You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
PETRARCH

Leaving Myself Way Yourself
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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Amusement Enough Life Short
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
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Fame Glory Heaven Myself Seek Thinking
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
PETRARCH

Book Leadership Learning Madness
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World
Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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Application Live Myself Nourishment Soul Work
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Ambition Enemy Enjoyment Jealous Peace
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Earth Enemy Heart
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

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