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For the light of beauty men go down into the darkest pits.

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The smart of the lash soon dies--the memory of it never.

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The meaner a man is, the meaner he not only feels but looks.

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The greenest turf covers the blackest soil.

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Only an earthquake can shake a selfish soul.

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One woman-wolf is more to be dreaded than a den of lions.

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There are women whose smile is poison, whose touch is death.

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Bequeath your good deeds to memory, your bad deeds to oblivion.

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Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon.

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If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes
grinning at us.

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The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a
feather.

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My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be
done.

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Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an
ant hill.

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The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe
the truth.

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Why is it that down hill is always greased?

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A stain upon a woman's honour is indelible.

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Insolence is brutal--arrogance, intolerable.

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The seeds of ill grow best in the most sterile soil.

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A heart pickled in gall cannot be called a sweetmeat.

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The promise of eternal sleep is not sweet to a live man.

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The most worthless woman is bought at the highest price.

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A man can put away his wife but he cannot divorce a memory.

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Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they
melt as they come.