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Adversity is the first path to truth.
Topic: Adversity
Source: None
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The dew of compassion is a tear.
Topic: Compassion
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No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
Topic: Conscience
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'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Topic: Death / Immortality
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Topic: Death / Immortality
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It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts -- you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Topic: Debt
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Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
Topic: Fate
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All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.
Topic: Happiness
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Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Topic: Hate
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Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Topic: Hate
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There is no instinct like that of the heart. -Lord Byron.
Topic: Heart-quotes
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History is the devil's scripture.
Topic: History
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Topic: Hope
Source: None
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Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Topic: Jealousy
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The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
Topic: Kindness
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And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
Topic: Laughter
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And when we think we lead, we are most led.
Topic: Leadership
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Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
Topic: Letters
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I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Topic: Literature
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Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Topic: Love
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Topic: Marriage
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Topic: Memory
Source: None
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We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Topic: Motives
Source: None
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Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Topic: Pleasure
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There is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Topic: Pleasure
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