Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

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Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

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Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

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The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

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There is no instinct like that of the heart.

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Life is too short for chess.

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Think not I am what I appear.

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The dew of compassion is a tear.

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