Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity,"
More quotes by Lord Byron
How my soul hates This language,
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
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Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul:
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.
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