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Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
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I learned to love despair.
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
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Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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The poetry of speech.
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I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
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Absence - that common cure of love.
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I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
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I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
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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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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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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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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
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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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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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Fame is the thirst of youth.