Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

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And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

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I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

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The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

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Those who gossip with you will gossip about you.

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I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

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Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

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