A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Idealist: a cynic in the making.

Idealist: a cynic in the making.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
And pious read more

We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
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For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth.

Shame is pride's cloak.

Shame is pride's cloak.

What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit read more

What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit the weaknesses of those who are unable to help themselves and then to fasten some moral superscription upon it. This I loathe so much that I cannot conceivably explain how much it is.

With people of limited ability modesty is merely honesty. But with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.

With people of limited ability modesty is merely honesty. But with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]