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

There Is No Applause That So Flatters A Man As That Which He Wrings From Unwilling Throats.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

It Is Hard Work To Be Good When You Are Very Little And Very Hungry, And Have Many Sticks To Beat You, And No Mother's Lips To Kiss You.

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