"Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!"
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"Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously."
"Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom."
"The dome of thought, the palace of the soul."
"The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself."
"Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?"
"If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company."
"What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little."
"We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive."
"No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe."
"Fame is the thirst of youth."
"Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another."
"I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves."
"The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting."
"He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse."
"Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it."
"And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled."
"Folly loves the martyrdom of fame."
"Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices."
"I see before me the gladiator lie."