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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

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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
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Death Desire Finding Myself Ready
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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Bark Difficult Ignorance Save
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
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
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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Crown Forever Goodness Grace Heart Humanity Life Love Principle Right Soul Truth
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Elegant Empty Language Production

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

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