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