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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

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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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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
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
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Age Chill Draw Feeling Flower Green Myself
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 Fortune Honor Oneself Respect
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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Change Forever Glow Last Quick Time
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
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
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
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
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right

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