Seneca the Younger Quotes
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While we wait for life, life passes
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The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.
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The soul has this proof of divinity: that divine things delight it.
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Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
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Fidelity purchased with money, money can destroy.
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Unfamiliarity lends weight to misfortune, and there was never a man whose grief was not heightened by surprise.
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One who's our friend is fond of us; one who's fond of us isn't necessarily our friend.
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It is a denial of justice not to stretch out a helping hand to the fallen that is the common right of humanity.
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Be not too hasty either with praise or blame; speak always as though you were giving evidence before the judgement-seat of the Gods.
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Eyes will not see when the heart wishes them to be blind.
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It is within the power of every man to live his life nobly, but of no man to live forever. Yet so many of us hope that life will go on forever, and so few aspire to live nobly.
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The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.
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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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The many speak highly of you, but have you really any grounds for satisfaction with yourself if you are the kind of person the many understand?
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I am not born from a single place. My country is the whole world.
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I was shipwrecked before I got aboard.
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Who shrinks from knowledge of his calamities but aggravates his fear; troubles half seen, shall torture all the more.
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Life is short and art is long.
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The deep waters of time will flow over us: only a few men of genius will lift a head above the surface, and though doomed eventually to pass into the same silence, will fight against oblivion and for a long time hold their own.
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The mind is never right but when it is at peace within itself.
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As was his language so was his life.
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What a great blessing is a friend with a heart so trusty you may safely bury all your secrets in it.
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Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than to much cunning.
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Some there are that torment themselves afresh with the memory of what is past; others, again, afflict themselves with the apprehension of evils to come; and very ridiculously both - for the one does not now concern us, and the other not yet ... One should count each day as a separate life.