To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

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

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There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

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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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That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.

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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

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

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And all I loved, I loved alone.

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

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