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Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen.

The Men That Is Now Is Only All Palaver And What They Can Get Out Of You.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.