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Never Ascribe To An Opponent Motives Meaner Than Your Own.

The Praise That Comes From Love Does Not Make Us Vain, But More Humble.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those Who Do It Best Cannot Tell How It Is Done.

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