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(1844—1924) "The Crime of Sylvestis Bonnard"

All the historical books which contain no lies are extremely tedious.

(1844—1924), French writercritic

Chance is the pseudonym God uses when he doesn't want to sign his name.

(1706—1790)

After three days men grow weary of a wench, a guest, and rainy weather.

(1706—1790)

How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, his precepts! O! 'tis easier to keep holidays than commandments.

(1706—1790)

If your head is wax, don't walk in the sun.

(1706—1790)

Let thy maid servant be faithful, strong, and homely.

(1706—1790)

One good husband is worth two good wives; for the scarcer things are, the more they're valued.

(1706—1790)

She laughs at everything you say. Why? Because she has fine teeth.

(1706—1790), Poor Richard (April 1754)

Love your neighbor; yet don't pull down your hedge.

(1706—1790), Poor Richard (August 1741)

If you would keep your secret from an enemy, tell it not to a friend.