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The eyes of the cheerful and of the melancholy man are fixed upon the same creation; but very different are the aspects which it bears to them.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.

Genius is sorrow’s child.

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.