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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do withou

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? – William Cowper

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How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. – William Cowper

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William Cowper
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Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected — for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected? – William Cowper

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Trust
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose. – William Cowper

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To relive the relationship between owner and slave we can consider how we treat our cars and dogs — a dog exercising a somewhat similar leverage on our mercies and an automobile being comparable in value to a slave in those days. – Edward Hoagland

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It cannot in the opinion of His Majestys Government be classified as slavery in the extreme acceptance of the word without some risk of terminological inexactitude. – Sir Winston Churchill

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Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall one. – Miguel de Cervantes

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Slavery is an institution for converting men into monkeys. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak. – Hopi Indian Saying

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Be kind to your shadow. – Rebecca Lawless

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Stylized acting and direction is to realistic acting and direction as poetry is to prose. – Elia Kazan

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