The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason a — Thomas Carlyle
The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason a — Thomas Carlyle
The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason a — Thomas Carlyle
The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason a — Thomas Carlyle
The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason a — Thomas Carlyle
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The man who cannot laugh is not only fit for treasons strategems and spoils but his whole life is already a treason and a stratagem.

— Thomas Carlyle
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