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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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