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There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
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Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.
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He is not always at ease who laughs.
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For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.
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He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.
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A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
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The path to paradise begins in hell.
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Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.
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I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
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We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.
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Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.
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Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.
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I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
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Infinite goodness has such wide arms.
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Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.
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I affirm that gain is precisely that which comes oftener to the bad man than to the good; for illegitimate gains never come to the good at all, because they reject them. And lawful gains rarely come to the good, because, since much anxious care is needful thereto, and the anxious care of the good man is directed to weightier matters, rarely does the good man give sufficient attention thereto. Wherefore it is clear that in every way the advent of these riches is iniquitous.
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Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
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But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
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In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.
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Still desiring, we live without hope.
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This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
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I made my own house be my gallows.
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I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.
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You shall leave everything you love.