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Virtue, My Pet, Is An Abstract Idea, Varying In Its Manifestations With The Surroundings. Virtue In Provence, In Constantinople, In London, And In Paris Bears Very Different Fruit, But Is None The Less Virtue.

Woman Has This In Common With Angels, That Suffering Beings Belong Especially To Her.

The Victory Always Has A Lot Of Parents But The Defeat Is Always An Orphan.

No Navigator Has Yet Traced Lines Of Latitude And Longitude On The Conjugal Sea.

Even Beauty Cannot Always Palliate Eccentricity.