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Life's neither a good nor an evil: it's a field for good and evil.
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I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.
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Life is most delightful on the downward slope.
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There is no genius free from some tincture of madness
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Let tears flow of their own accord; their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.
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If you wish another to keep your secret, first keep it to yourself.
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Laugh at your problems; everybody else does.
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Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others, dies in ignorance of himself.
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The pleasures of the palate deal with us like Egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.
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The man who while he gives thinks of what he will get in return, deserves to be deceived.
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Watch over yourself. Be your own accuser, then your judge; ask yourself grace sometimes, and, if there is need, impose upon yourself some pain.
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The highest duty and the highest proof of wisdom - that deed and word should be in accord.
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Unjust rule does not last forever.
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You can only acquire it successfully if you cease to feel any sense of shame.
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Whom they have injured they also hate.
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The things which we hold in our hands, which we see with our eyes, and which our avarice hugs, are transitory, they may be taken from us by ill luck or by violence; but a kindness lasts even after the loss of that by means of which it was bestowed; for it is a good deed, which no violence can undo.
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It's a vice to trust all, and equally a vice to trust none.
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To be enslaved to oneself is the heaviest of all servitudes.
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Lay hold of today's task, and you will not depend so much upon tomorrow's.
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Our plans miscarry because they have no aim.
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How much better to pursue a straight course and eventually reach that destination where the things that are pleasant are the things that are honorable finally become, for you, the same.
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No wind blows in favor of a ship without direction.
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Plato once wanted to punish one of his slaves and asked his nephew to do the actual whipping for he himself did not own his anger.
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Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.