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Intemperance Is The Plaque Of Sensuality, And Temperance Is Not Its Bane But Its Seasoning.

The Continuous Work Of Our Life Is To Build Death.

Confidence In Others' Honesty Is No Light Testimony Of One's Own Integrity.

If Love And Ambition Should Be In Equal Balance, And Come To Jostle With Equal Force, I Make No Doubt But That The Last Would Win The Prize.

In My Opinion, The Most Fruitful And Natural Play Of The Mind Is Conversation. I Find It Sweeter Than Any Other Action In Life; And If I Were Forced To Choose, I Think I Would Rather Lose My Sight Than My Hearing And Voice. The Study Of Books Is A Drowsy And Feeble Exercise Which Does Not Warm You Up.