I do not believe in revealed religion - I will ha
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I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality; we are miserable enough in this life, without speculating on another.
Letter writing is the only device for combining s
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Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No
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On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allo
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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. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
The Angels were all singing out of tune,
And
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The Angels were all singing out of tune,
And hoarse with having little else to do,
Excepting to wind up the sun and moon
Or curb a runaway young star or two.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There
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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is th
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for s
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Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper,
Which
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O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper,
Which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
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'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Friendship is Love, without his wings.
When one subtracts from life infancy (which is ve
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When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.
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