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Real friendship is shown in times of trouble; prosperity is full of friends.
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Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
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Happy the man who from the sea escapes the storm and finds harbor.
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In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.
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In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
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Common sense is the best prophet.
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There is just one life for each of us: our own.
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I have found power in the mysteries of thought.
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Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.
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Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.
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Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.
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Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.
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The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
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The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.
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Do not consider painful what is good for you.
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Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
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The greatest pleasure of life is love.
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To the worker, God himself lends aid.
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To generous souls every task is noble.
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Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
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Learned we may be with another man's learning: we can only be wise with wisdom of our own: [I hate a sage who is not wise for himself]
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No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.
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When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.
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Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour.