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Quote by George Byron
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, an

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons. – George Byron

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What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence. – George Byron

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Travel
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I slept and dreamt that life was beauty I woke and found that life was duty. – George Byron

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Women are beautiful, and yummy. – A.C. Van Cherub, c.1987

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If you ask men why they did a good job, theyll say, Im awesome. Obviously. Why are you even asking? If you ask women why they did a good job, what theyll say is someone helped them, they got lucky, they worked really hard. – Sheryl Sandberg

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Women

The big mistake that men make is that when they turn thirteen or fourteen and all of a sudden theyve reached puberty, they believe that they like women. Actually, youre just horny. It doesnt mean you like women any more at twenty-one than you did at ten. – George William Curtis

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Women

Youre not working with models, youre working with real women who have, like, anatomy. Models do not have anatomy. – Isaac Mizrahi

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Women

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Value your freedom or you will lose it, teaches history. Dont bother us with politics, respond those who dont want to learn. – Richard Stallman

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I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too-well-tended lawn. – W.H. Hudson, The Book of a Naturalist, 1919

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A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch. – James Beard

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A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbeys gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind. – John Cheever

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