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Brew Me A Cup For A Winter's Night. For The Wind Howls Loud And The Furies Fight; Spice It With Love And Stir It With Care, And I'll Toast Our Bright Eyes, My Sweetheart Fair.

To Be Loved Is To Be Fortunate, But To Be Hated Is To Achieve Distinction.

We Women Take Love Too Seriously. Men Wish To Be Loved With Laughter, Not With Sighing. So Laugh, Sweetheart, Laugh, Or Soon You May Be Weeping.

Man Forgives Woman Anything Save The Wit To Outwit Him.

To Know One's Self Is Wisdom, But To Know One's Neighbor Is Genius.