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Vile thoughts only bloom on the dung-hills of depravity.
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Coarseness is as akin to vice as the flame to the candle.
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Indolence lolls in luxury while energy goes hungry to bed.
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Toil with recompense is sweeter than recompense without toil.
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Is the African heathen more precious than a sick child in a London
garret?
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The ashes of a bad woman cannot be cleansed with the waters of an ocean.
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She who walks the street by night is an outcast. She who seduces a
Prince may die a Queen.
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Princes on sale for gold, women for titles, virtue for bread, statesmen
for place, and priests for salary.
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Monopoly. A whip in the hands of plutocrats, which bites the backs of
men and saddens the hearts of women.
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No soul can remain stagnant.
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A gossip scatters more ills than a pestilence.
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