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Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
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I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Lord Byron
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.
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Absence - that common cure of love.
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Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
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I am ashes where once I was fire.
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I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.
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But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
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Fame is the thirst of youth.
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Fills The air around with beauty.
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
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A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
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One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
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Critics are already made.
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As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
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Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
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I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
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So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Lord Byron