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There's Something Evil In Me That Loves Evil And Degradation--purity's Black Backside! That Loves Honesty With A Horrid Love; Or Why Have I Always Gone Seeking It At The Liar's Door?

If Helen Of Troy Could Have Been Seen Eating Peppermints Out Of A Paper Bag, It Is Highly Probable That Her Admirers Would Have Been An Entirely Different Class.it Is The Thing You Are Found Doing While The Horde Looks On That You Shall Be Loved For - Or Ignored.

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.

A Man's Sorrow Runs Uphill; True It Is Difficult For Him To Bear, But It Is Also Difficult For Him To Keep.

Even The Contemplative Life Is Only An Effort, Nora My Dear, To Hide The Body So The Feet Won’t Stick Out.