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Truly There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men; But There Is No Gulf-stream Setting Forever In One Direction.

A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The Weak.

Truth Always Has A Bewitching Savor Of Newness In It, And Novelty At The First Taste Recalls That Original Sweetness To The Tongue; But Alas For Him Who Would Make The One A Substitute For The Other.

That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

To Have Greatly Dreamed Precludes Low Ends.