The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor,

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One Is Never Deceived; One Deceives Oneself.

One Would Give Generous Alms If One Had The Eyes To See The Beauty Of A Cupped Receiving Hand.

Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions, If You Have Any; But Keep Your Doubts To Yourself, For I Have Enough Of My Own.

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