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In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

Friendship Is Made Up Of Esteem And Pleasure; Pity Is Composed Of Sorrow And Contempt: The Mind May For Some Time Fluctuate Between Them, But It Can Never Entertain Both At Once.

Them That Asks No Questions Isn't Told A Lie.