Chapter 3
A woman without love is a tree without sap.
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The plutocrats, like the Catholics, thrive on curses.
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Good advice is an atom; good deeds the universe.
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The beautiful seraph makes the most dangerous fiend.
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The ghost of poverty is more dreadful than poverty itself.
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A religion of details is a fruit tree which produces only blossoms.
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Each grain in the universe is a unit, remove but one and chaos will follow.
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Hills sunlit with promise are easier to traverse than the level road upon which hope died.
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It is as easy for the poor man to pluck money from the rich as for the missionary to pick the pocket's of a naked savage.
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A tainted heart soils the sweetest lip.
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Exchange the virus of hate for the antidote, love.
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A woman prefers a fervent lover to a cold husband.
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A fickle woman may conquer the most constant soldier.
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The begrimed soul cannot be hidden with a white-wash brush.
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Our efforts should be to harmonize, not simply to change.
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The most precious gem is found in the most worthless sand.
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The Senate joined to the Commons is an impotent man wedded to a vigorous maid.
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The bombastic egotist floats on the crest of prosperity while the philosopher starves in his tub.
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The priest counsels men in the sterile present to feed upon a pregnant future. Tomorrows dinner never yet fed a hungry man.
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All the good in a human heart can never die.
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You cannot denude a woman of her masked thoughts.
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Diplomacy is cultivated in men and bred in women.
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He who would pluck contentment must abandon force.
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To console a widow is more agreeable than to court a maid.
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The man who stains the purity of a woman tarnishes his own soul.
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It is difficult to distinguish the fleshy lie from the ghostly truth.
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The private ownership of land is crystalized in the question "Is the unborn child an heir or a bastard?"
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Love of the artistic does not account for the crookedness of men, though the curve is the only true line of beauty.
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Sly women walk where blunt men fall.
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The stench of corruption is fragrant to the lobbyist.
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A shrivelled soul may hide in a bishop's paunch.
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A slippery friend is more dangerous than thin ice.
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The kangaroo and the miser carry all they love in a pouch.
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You cannot staunch a bleeding wound with a memory or a promise.
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Marriage is a covenant which few women refuse and many revoke.
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Emotion in woman is the locomotive--wisdom, the cow-catcher.
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A misfit policy is as dangerous to a statesman as a misfit dress to a woman.
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The sting of a bee is not the less to be dreaded because the bee makes honey.
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Creed is as akin to righteousness as a 'bucket shop' to the kingdom of heaven.
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An act cannot die.
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To exist is not to live.
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Degeneracy is born of many parents.
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The rich man gives advice, the poor man bread.
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Happiness is now a theory, I would make it a fact.
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The statute of limitation runs not against evil deeds.
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The quickest cure for a passionate longing is a cold woman.
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Through lapse of time the few claim the inheritance of the many.
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The cause of truth will not triumph so long as it is intrusted to fools.
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If the weakness of the present industrial system were realized it would cease to be dangerous.
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Snakes eggs are hatched by the sun. Misers eggs--gold--by labor. Young snakes hiss at their mother, misers at men.
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The charitable heart hath an empty pocket.
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The cry of the poor is an eternal remonstrance.
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The ocean of hope springs from a single drop of sympathy.
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The old-time robber was the father of the new time financier.
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Injustice sleeps in a bed of roses which rests on a bed of thorns.
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The lamb 'love' and the wolf 'hate' tarry not long in the same pen.
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A feather from the wing of truth is of more weight than a mountain of lies.
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Only the key sympathy can unlock the sacred chamber hidden in every heart.
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The bloodless wreath of love is stronger than a tyrant's chain. The one shall yet bind the world, the other be broken by a simple wish.
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