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Acquaintance, n. A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not...
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Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex...
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I rely on my personality for birth control.
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My vigor, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I...
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People are like stained glass windows they sparkle and shine when the sun is...
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Avarice is the sphincter of the heart.
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What can be more palpably absurd than the prospect held out of locomotives travelling...
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, “It...
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All art is but imitation of nature.
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The road to Easy Street goes through the sewer.