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When I was fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to >>
Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits. >>
Never have a companion that casts you in the shade. >>
A ray of sunshine, a balmy breeze Are a gift from God above, And He al >>
But just as delicate fare does not stop you from craving for saveloys, >>
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. The conviction of the rich that the poor are happier is no more foolish than the conviction of the poor that the rich are.