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You Can't Fit The Same Religion To Every Man Any Mo' Than You Can The Same Pair Of Breeches. The Big Man Takes The Big Breeches An' The Little Man Takes The Small Ones, An' It's Jest The Same With Religion. It May Be Cut After One Pattern, But It's Might Apt To Get Its Shape From The Wearer Inside. Why, Thar Ain't Any Text So Peaceable That It Ain't Drawn Blood From Somebody.

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You Can't Fit The Same Religion To Every Man Any Mo' Than You Can The Same Pair Of Breeches. The Big Man Takes The Big Breeches An' The Little Man Takes The Small Ones, An' It's Jest The Same With Religion. It May Be Cut After One Pattern, But It's Might Apt To Get Its Shape From The Wearer Inside. Why, Thar Ain't Any Text So Peaceable That It Ain't Drawn Blood From Somebody.

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Conscience Represents A Fetich To Which Good People Sacrifice Their Own Happiness, Bad People Their Neighbors'.

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As Far Back As I Remember, Long Before I Could Write, I Had Played At Making Stories. But Not Until I Was Seven Or More, Did I Begin To Pray Every Night, "o God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!"

Too Much Principle Is Often More Harmful Than Too Little.

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A Self-made Martyr Is A Poor Thing.

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I Liked Human Beings, But I Did Not Love Human Nature.

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It Is Only By Knowing How Little Life Has In Store For Us That We Are Able To Look On The Bright Side And Avoid Disappointment.

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Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

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He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.

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Nothing In Life Is So Hard That You Can't Make It Easier By The Way You Take It.

Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To People Who Have None.

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After A Day Of Rain The Sun Came Out Suddenly At Five O'clock And Threw A Golden Bar Into The Deep Victorian Gloom Of The Front Parlour

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Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

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It Is Human Nature To Overestimate The Thing You've Never Had.

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The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

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To A Thrifty Theologian, Bent On Redemption With Economy, There Are Few Points Of Ethics Too Fine-spun For Splitting.

He Who Demands Little Gets It.

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