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- O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse. - O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts.
- O generations of men, how I count you as equal with those who live not at all!
- O God! I ask You for the means to do good, to avoid evil and to love the poor.
- O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
- O human race born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou fall.
- O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.
- O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
- O tyrant love, to what do you not drive the hearts of men.
- O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.
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