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May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

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May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

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There Is No Evil As Terrible As A Woman.

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What Good Can Come From Meeting Death With Tears? If A Man Is Sorry For Himself, He Doubles Death.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.

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Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

The God Knows When To Smile.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

The Man Who Knows When Not To Act Is Wise. To My Mind Bravery If Forethought.

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A Bad Ending Follows A Bad Beginning.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

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The Man Is Happiest Who Lives From Day To Day And Asks No More, Garnering The Simple Goodness Of Life.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

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Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

Human Excellence Means Nothing Unless It Works With The Consent Of God.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

No One Is Happy All His Life Long.

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.

The Man Who Glories In His Luck May Be Overthrown By Destiny.

A Wise Man In His House Should Find A Wife Gentle And Courteous, Or No Wife At All.

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There Is Safety In Numbers.

Nothing Happens To Man Without The Permission Of God.

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It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

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It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

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