All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
From Lord Byron
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
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