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A young face and an old heart are sorry companions, but an old face and
a young heart are sorrier still.

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What people will 'say' is the bugbear of small minds.

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Love would cease to exist were it not for the gift of idealizing.

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A fly is but a small thing, yet it can disturb the greatest philosopher.

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Is a new soul created at every birth, or are we merely corpses warmed
over?

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Kind words and a sympathetic handclasp have done more to reclaim lost
souls than all the tracts ever published.

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A minute is a short duration of time, yet in that interval one may
experience the whole gamut of human emotions.

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If the world valued us as we value ourselves the heavens would not be
sufficiently large whereon to inscribe our greatness.

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What becomes of the characters who play an important part in fiction;
the strong, brave, true fiction-people, whom we love as we read? Is
there no place for them in the world peopled by shadows?

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There are men who will accept any and every sacrifice from a woman and
after making her a wreck, socially and morally, will say to her, "I fear
that I am injuring you, so I will sacrifice myself and deny myself the
pleasure of your society." Such men would sneak into heaven by a side
entrance.

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Fate, in a sportive mood, performs some wonderful acrobatic feats with
human nature; gives love of oriental luxury to the woman with nothing a
year; appreciation of all that is beautiful and artistic, to the
ploughman; an epicurian taste to the starving mechanic; while to the
woman rolling in wealth is given the manners and tastes of the
fish-wife; to the multi-millionaire the habits of the canaille, and fate
laughs with glee over the fantastic, incongruous muddle of the thing
called Life.

BOOK THE SECOND

BY

THAD. W.H. LEAVITT

ODDS AND-ENDS

Man's greatest enemy is himself.

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Never chide fate while will sleeps.

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The prophet must know the past.

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