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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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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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Human Mourn Progress Weakness
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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Command Country Delight Easy Friendship Live Myself Society
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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Darkness Earth Eyes Forever Sight Yourself
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Desire Ourselves Rich
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
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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Love Memories Sweet
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Beautiful Life Pain
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Foe Names Reality
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings

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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