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There Is No Mistake So Great As The Mistake Of Not Going On.

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

The Fool Who Persists In His Folly Will Become Wise.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.