A lie never lives to be old.
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A short saying often contains much wisdom.
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Best to live lightly, unthinkingly.
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Enemies' gifts are no gifts and do no good.
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For the dead there are no more toils.
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How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in the truth.
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I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating.
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If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment: "Thou shalt not ration justice."
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Ignorant men don't know what good they hold in their hands until they've flung it away.
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In a just cause the weak will beat the strong.
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It is terrible to speak well and be wrong.
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Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.
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Much wisdom often goes with fewest words.
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No enemy is worse than bad advice.
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One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.
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Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.
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Quick decisions are unsafe decisions.
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Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.
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Reason is God's crowning gift to man.
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Success is dependent on effort.
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Success, remember is the reward of toil.
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The dice of Zeus always fall luckily.
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The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.
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The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
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There is a point at which even justice does injury.
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There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
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There is no success without hardship.
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There is no witness so terrible and no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us.
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To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.
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To him who is in fear everything rustles.
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When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.
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Who feels no ills, should, therefore, fear them; and when fortune smiles, be doubly cautious, lest destruction come remorseless on him, and he fall unpitied.
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Wisdom is the supreme part of happiness.
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Wisdom outweighs any wealth.
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Without labor nothing prospers.
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Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him...
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