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In Composing, As A General Rule, Run Your Pen Through Every Other Word You Have Written; You Have No Idea What Vigor It Will Give Your Style.

Human Beings Cling To Their Delicious Tyrannies And To Their Exquisite Nonsense, Till Death Stares Them In The Face.

You Find People Ready Enough To Do The Samaritan, Without The Oil And Twopence.

I Look Upon Switzerland As An Inferior Sort Of Scotland.

The Longer I Live, The More I Am Convinced That The Apothecary Is Of More Importance Than Seneca; And That Half The Unhappiness In The World Proceeds From Little Stoppages; From A Duct Choked Up, From Food Pressing In The Wrong Place, From A Vexed Duodenum, Or An Agitated Pylorus.