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"A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast."
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"My husband, Jim, converted to Judaism just before our wedding."
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"A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast."
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"I don't know nothing about no marriages or nothing. I ain't even never been to a wedding."
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"In the '50s, a lot of girls never saw beyond the wedding day."
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"I hadn't been in Vegas 20 minutes when I got word that the bookmakers were offering three to one that Frank wouldn't show for my wedding."
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"A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers."
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"I really did put up all my wedding pictures on my website. And I swear to you, my wedding pictures got downloaded just as much as my bikini pictures."
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"No wedding bells for me anymore. I've been happily married to my profession for years."
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"I'm taking one thing at a time. With the children and launching my solo career it would drive me to a nervous breakdown if I tried to organise a wedding on top of that."
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"A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers."
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"Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men."
Art
"The strong man is strongest when alone."
Man
"Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor."
Men
"Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful."
Peace
"Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance."
Age
"The voice of the majority is no proof of justice."
Justice
"He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times."
Time
"It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in."
Work
"Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair."
Food
"Great souls suffer in silence."
Silence
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