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Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.

It Is Hideous And Coarse To Assume That We Can Do Something For Others-and It Is Vile Not To Endeavor To Do It.

Every Decision You Make Is A Mistake.

Hardly A Book Of Human Worth, Be It Heaven's Own Secret, Is Honestly Placed Before The Reader; It Is Either Shunned, Given A Periclean Funeral Oration In A Hundred And Fifty Words, Or Interred In The Potter's Field Of The Newspapers Back Pages.