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The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Has Injured Us.

Self-love Leads Men Of Narrow Minds To Measure All Mankind By Their Own Capacity.

In His Fairy Dreams Of War [thaddeus] Always Made Conquest The Sure End Of His Battles.

Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting Without A Gem

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.