Wise or Otherwise | Page 5

of a dead love into a flame.
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Innocence, like a beautiful dying day, goes out with a purple blush.
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To steer the true course, one must not only see the star but have a pilot.
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It is easier to remove a mountain than to wash out a spot on a woman's reputation.
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The marble heart has valves of flint.
* * * * * Women covet satin, as men covet gold.
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The garments of virtue are of spun gold.
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When law is blind examine your own heart.
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Valour in defence of wrong becomes a crime.
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Man ceases to be a man when his passions die.
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Trembling patience is better than proud evil.
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Malice and ignorance constantly itch for trouble.
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Life is not a funeral dole but a living present.
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He honours the state who refuses to commit a wrong.
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Opportunities, like pretty maids, should be embraced.
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Man's injustice to man shall not be an eternal stain.
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Defeat may be more glorious than victory.
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Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air.
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You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief.
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Men who would face a cannon, tremble before a golden calf.
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There is no music for man so sweet as that set upon a woman's tongue.
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I never could understand why doleful songs should herald a joyous hereafter.
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If you keep your eyes fixed upon the stars you will fall into the first mill pond.
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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.
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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.
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Every yellow stream is not the Tiber.
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The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence.
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Loud complaints may be only vents for little ills.
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It is not enough to conceive a truth, we must act.
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When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived.
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The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born.
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This must be a golden age--everybody is running after it.
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Beauty is the recompense given to women for her weakness.
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Some sins squeak like a snared rabbit--others roar like a lion.
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An immaculate reputation may hide a multitude of black lies.
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Angels walk on threads of gold from heaven to earth. These threads are only spun in the loom of the human heart.
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Abject spirits creep--men walk.
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A small hole is a cavern to a mole.
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A kiss hangs not long on a pretty lip.
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You cannot rear a new babe on old milk.
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A man may woo a dove and marry a screech owl.
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Satire is a javelin which pierces the thickest skin.
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A mist may hide the sun but it does not blot it out.
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Some women prefer a great infamy to a little honour.
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Regard not the manner of your death but your daily life.
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A churlish silence is harder to endure than a sharp tongue.
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The man who gives away his freedom is everlastingly bankrupt.
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The rubbish from men's tongues is hoarded while nature speaks unheard.
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Human misery is not a volunteer.
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Mirth's best nursery is contentment.
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Men fly, women melt into a passion.
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Prejudice is the marrow of superstition.
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Better a crust of bread than a funeral elegy.
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Woman's first fault is no excuse for man's last.
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Kind words are honey drops to the tired soul.
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A bad tongue is not the clapper of a good heart.
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Crossed love is forgotten--crossed opinions, never.
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Distrust but do not refuse an untried remedy.
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Hope is the only flavour for a diet of adversity.
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