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Luck, mere luck may make even madness wisdom.
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Intemperance is the epitome of every crime, the cause of every kind of misery.
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Religion is in the heart, not in the knees.
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Virtue is a beautiful thing in woman when they don't go about with it like a child with a drum making all sorts of noise with it.
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Man owes two solemn debts--one to society, and one to-nature. It is only when he pays the second that he covers the first.
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Women, somehow, have the same fear of witty men as of fireworks.
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Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.
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A man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.
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Nothing is so beneficial to a young author as the advice of a man whose judgment stands constitutionally at the freezing-point.
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Even the worse of jobs has their pleasures, if I were a grave digger or a hangmen, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.
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Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.
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Keep your eyes and ears open, if you desire to get on in the world.
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I would like to have a second chance at my first love.