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When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.
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Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
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In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.
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Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!
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If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind.
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