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Slander is a poison which kills charity, both in the slanderer and

Slander is a poison which kills charity, both in the slanderer and the one who listens. – St. Bernard

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You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters. – St. Bernard

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It is no great thing to be humble when you are brought low; but to be humble when you are praised is a great and rare attainment. – St. Bernard

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I am about courting a girl I have had but little acquaintance with. How shall I come to a knowledge of her faults, and whether she has the virtues I imagine she has? Answer. Commend her among her female acquaintances. – Benjamin Franklin

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Our disputants put me in mind of the cuttlefish that, when he is unable to extricate himself, blackens the water about him till he becomes invisible. – Joseph Addison

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Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears. – Marcus Aurelius

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He who puts up with insult invites injury. – Yiddish Proverb

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