Quote by William Hazlitt
A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions. – William Hazlitt

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