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The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
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When roused to rage the maddening populace storms, their fury, like a rolling flame, bursts forth unquenchable; but give its violence ways, it spends itself, and as its force abates, learns to obey and yields it to your will.
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Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
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Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
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Many a maiden, With white feet glancing light as air, Made happy music through the gloom.
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Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
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Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.
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If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
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Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
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Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows.
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Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.
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The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
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The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
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Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.
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I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
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Cleverness is not wisdom.
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The brave venture anything.
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The gifts of bad men bring no good with them.
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Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.
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Ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.
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In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you've heard the other side.
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Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
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I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.
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Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.