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I don't want to earn my living; I want to live.
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The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
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I remember the street or river down which we passed, the wall or woodland that surrounded us, at what figure on the dial stood the hand of the clock, which way went the wings of the wind, the shape and colour of the moon.
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I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summerâs day.
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Be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heartâs blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense."
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