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#6601 | | There is an old time toast which is golden for its beauty. "When you ascend the hill of prosperity may you not meet a friend." -- Mark Twain
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#6602 | | There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance: his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt. -- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"
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#6603 | | There is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress. -- Mark Twain
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#6604 | | There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter. -- Ernest Hemingway
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#6605 | | There's small choice in rotten apples. -- William Shakespeare, "The Taming of the Shrew"
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#6606 | | They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. -- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost"
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#6607 | | They spell it "da Vinci" and pronounce it "da Vinchy". Foreigners always spell better than they pronounce. -- Mark Twain
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#6608 | | Things past redress and now with me past care. -- William Shakespeare, "Richard II"
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#6609 | | This is the first age that's paid much attention to the future, which is a little ironic since we may not have one. -- Arthur Clarke
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#6610 | | This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -- William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice"
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