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- There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.
- John Webster (1580 - 1625), The White Devil (1612)
- An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard only one side of the case; God has written all the books.
- Samuel Butler (1835 - 1902), The Note-Books of Samuel Butler (1912)
- The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882), Natural History of Intellect (1893)
- Creditors have better memories than debtors.
- Benjamin Franklin (1706 - 1790), Poor Richard’s Almanac (1758)
- It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
- Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784), Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson (1791)
- Death … It’s the only thing we haven’t succeeded in completely vulgarizing.
- Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963), Eyeless in Gaza (1936)
- We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
- Colley Cibber (1671 - 1757), Love's Last Shift, Act 2
- For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass: for he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.
- Bible, James 1: 23-24
- Thanks to his constant habit of shaking the bottle in which life handed him the wine of experience, he presently found the taste of the lees rising as usual into his draught.
- Henry James (1843 - 1916), "The Ambassadors", Book Fourth, Chapter 2
- The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! - William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), The World is Too Much With Us
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