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A man is not only responsible for his acts, but for their influence.

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To know, and not to do is vile—­to do and not to know, an accident.

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The white flowers of sympathy shall yet bloom over graves in which the rich rot.

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Luxury lulls—­poverty dulls.

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A fat priest and a poor flock.

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The hooked fish has an open mouth.

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The money lender loves a close shave.

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Preachers and brokers, alike, deal in future options.

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Humility is sweet but its path is strewn with bitter herbs.

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The change for which every woman prays—­a change of name.

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Passengers inside the coach ‘Prosperity,’ never see the galled steeds.

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The knout pinches the slave’s back.  The combine, the free man’s belly.

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The ball dress is diplomatic, in that it reveals what it pretends to conceal.

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There is colour in the statement that one nigger in a missionary report throws a shadow greater than ten white men.

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Vile thoughts only bloom on the dung-hills of depravity.

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Coarseness is as akin to vice as the flame to the candle.

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Indolence lolls in luxury while energy goes hungry to bed.

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Toil with recompense is sweeter than recompense without toil.

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Is the African heathen more precious than a sick child in a London garret?

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The ashes of a bad woman cannot be cleansed with the waters of an ocean.

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She who walks the street by night is an outcast.  She who seduces a Prince may die a Queen.

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Princes on sale for gold, women for titles, virtue for bread, statesmen for place, and priests for salary.

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Monopoly.  A whip in the hands of plutocrats, which bites the backs of men and saddens the hearts of women.

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No soul can remain stagnant.

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