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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.

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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Merit Throne
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
For style beyond the genius never dares.
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Beyond Dare Genius Style
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Greatness Man Mindset Mistake
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
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Earth Known Moral Myself Name
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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Human Mourn Progress Weakness
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Desire Ourselves Rich
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.

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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.

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