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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.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

We love even when our love is not requited.

The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear – fear of the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.

It’s as much fun to scare as to be scared.

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

What is uttered from the heart alone, Will win the hearts of others to your own.