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Never Do Yourself, What You Can Con Professionals Into Doing For You.

Honesty Is The Only Way With Anyone, When You'll Be So Close As To Be Living Inside Each Other's Skins.

You Couldn't Be That Good And Not Know It, Somewhere In Your Secret Heart, However Much You'd Been Abused Into Affecting Public Humility.

When I Go Down Into The Ground At Last, As God Is My Judge, I Pray My Best-beloved May Have Better To Say Of Me Than, "he Didn't Hit Me."

If You Make It Plain You Like People, It's Hard For Them To Resist Liking You Back.