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Look Not At The Face, Young Girl, Look At The Heart. The Heart Of A Handsome Young Man Is Often Deformed. There Are Hearts In Which Love Does Not Keep. Young Girl, The Pine Is Not Beautiful; It Is Not Beautiful Like The Poplar, But It Keeps Its Foliage In Winter.

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Look Not At The Face, Young Girl, Look At The Heart. The Heart Of A Handsome Young Man Is Often Deformed. There Are Hearts In Which Love Does Not Keep. Young Girl, The Pine Is Not Beautiful; It Is Not Beautiful Like The Poplar, But It Keeps Its Foliage In Winter.

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A Creditor Is Worse Than A Slave-owner; For The Master Owns Only Your Person, But A Creditor Owns Your Dignity, And Can Command It.

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Everything Bows To Success, Even Grammar.

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When The Heart Is Dry The Eye Is Dry.

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Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

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Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.

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For, To Make Deserts, God, Who Rules Mankind, Begins With Kings, And Ends The Work By Wind.

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