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That which is useless is always too dear

94. — There is no one more sparinç of praise tf^ others, than he who does not deserve any himself.

95. — He that lires contented with nothing, possesses everything. (18)

96. — The chisel is not the scnlptor ; and the body is not the souL

07, — Nothhig is more dîsagreeable than an author who incessantly quotes himself.

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