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That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Generally Speaking, There Is More Wit Than Talent In The World. Society Swarms With Witty People Who Lack Talent.

Man Spends His Life In Reasoning On The Past, In Complaining Of The Present, In Fearing Future.

It Has Been Very Truly Said That The Mob Has Many Heads, But No Brains.

Of Every Ten Persons Who Talk About You, Nine Will Say Something Bad, And The Tenth Will Say Something Good In A Bad Way.