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Malice and ignorance constantly itch for trouble.

Life is not a funeral dole but a living present.

He honours the state who refuses to commit a wrong.

Opportunities, like pretty maids, should be embraced.

Man's injustice to man shall not be an eternal stain.

Defeat may be more glorious than victory.

Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air.

You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief.

Men who would face a cannon, tremble before a golden calf.

There is no music for man so sweet as that set upon a woman's tongue.

I never could understand why doleful songs should herald a joyous hereafter.

If you keep your eyes fixed upon the stars you will fall into the first mill pond.

You are told, "That if you violate a sacrament of the church you will howl in hell for it." You know that if you violate nature's laws you will howl here.

While poverty spins threads of gold with which to weave a garment to cover her nakedness, the plutocrat melts the threads into sovereigns for his own use.

Every yellow stream is not the Tiber.

The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence.

Loud complaints may be only vents for