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And for the citation of so many authors, 'tis the easiest thing in nature. Find out one of these books with an alphabetical index, and without any farther ceremony, remove it verbatim into your own... there are fools enough to be thus drawn into an opinion of the work; at least, such a flourishing train of attendants will give your book a fashionable air, and recommend it for sale.
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The bow cannot always stand bent, nor can human frailty subsist without some lawful recreation.
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The road to the inn is much better than the stay.
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The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
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Delay always breeds danger.
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Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.
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What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind?
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Bien predica quien bien vive. He preaches well who lives well.
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"He preaches well that lives well," quoth Sancho, "that's all the divinity I can understand."
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Many littles make a much.
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I do not say a proverb is amiss when aptly and reasonably applied, but to be forever discharging them, right or wrong, hit or miss, renders conversation insipid and vulgar.
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Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
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It is not the responsibility of knights errant to discover whether the afflicted, the enchained and the oppressed whom they encounter on the road are reduced to these circumstances and suffer this distress for their vices, or for their virtues: the knight's sole responsibility is to succour them as people in need, having eyes only for their sufferings, not for their misdeeds.
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He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.
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Hunger is the best sauce in the world.
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For men may prove and use their friends, as the poet expresses it, usque ad aras, meaning that a friend should not be required to act contrary to the law of God.
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When good luck knocks at the door, let him in and keep him there.
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Controlling my temper is important, ... Sometimes it's hard, but I try.
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The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.
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Translating from one language to another, unless it is from Greek and Latin, the queens of all languages, is like looking at Flemish tapestries from the wrong side, for although the figures are visible, they are covered by threads that obscure them, and cannot be seen with the smoothness and color of the right side.
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He preaches well that lives well.
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All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.
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Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.
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Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.