Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it.
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
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Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.