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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.

Petrarch

Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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Enemy Greatness Man Propose
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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Death Grudge Hands Himself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
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Beginning Bound Difference Influence Man Myself
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
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
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
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
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Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
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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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Greatness Man Mindset Mistake
For style beyond the genius never dares.
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Beyond Dare Genius Style
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
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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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
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

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