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All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.
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Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.
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All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
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I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.
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And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
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Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.
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I long for home, long for the sight of home.
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I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
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Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
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For never, never, wicked man was wise.
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Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.
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Noblest minds are easiest bent.
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
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Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.
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It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.
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I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men.
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Tomorrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
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The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.
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A shamefaced man makes a bad beggar.
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Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.