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

Love Passes Quickly, And Passes Like A Street Arab, Anxious To Mark His Way With Mischief.

When One Has No Particular Talent For Anything, One Takes To The Pen.

No Frozen-hearted Woman Ever I Laid Eyes On But Has Made Duty Her Religion.

I Yield To Your Wishes. It Is The Privilege Of The Women Whom We Love More Than They Love Us To Make The Men Who Love Them Ignore The Ordinary Rules Of Common-sense.