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Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Age: 54 †
Born: 1830
Born: October 15
Died: 1885
Died: September 12
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Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson
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H. H. Jackson
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Helen Maria Fiske Jackson
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Who longest waits most surely wins.
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Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
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