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I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August