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Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.Best?
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.Best?
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Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.Best?
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I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.Best?
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I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.Best?
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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.Best?
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.Best?
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Convinced myself, I seek not to convince.Best?
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There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.Best?
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Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.Best?
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Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.Best?
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Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.Best?
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It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.Best?
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