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Women Never Reason, And Therefore They Are (comparatively) Seldom Wrong.

Grace Has Been Defined As The Outward Expression Of The Inward Harmony Of The Soul.

A Nickname Is The Hardest Stone That The Devil Can Throw At A Man.

If The World Were Good For Nothing Else, It Is A Fine Subject For Speculation.

The Pleasure Of Hating, Like A Poisonous Mineral, Eats Into The Heart Of Religion, And Turns It To Ranking Spleen And Bigotry; It Makes Patriotism An Excuse For Carrying Fire, Pestilence, And Famine Into Other Lands: It Leaves To Virtue Nothing But The Spirit Of Censoriousness.