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The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

Most Crimes Are Sanctioned In Some Form Or Other When They Take Grand Names.

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their Tears From Those Of Saints; But No Bad Man Ever Laughed Sweetly Yet.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.