Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
PETRARCHReality is always the foe of famous names.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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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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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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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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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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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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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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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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