“There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.”

No treaty is ever an impediment to a cheat.

Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception.

Do not believe that you alone can be right.The man who thinks that,The man who maintains that only he has the power To reason correctly, the gift to speak, the soul-A man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.

A wise doctor does not mutter incantations over a sore that needs the knife.

A man who takes pleasure in speaking continuously fools himself in thinking he is not unpleasant to those around him.

No honest man will argue on every side.

None love the messenger who brings bad news.

How dangerous can false reasoning prove!

Without labor nothing prospers.

Despair often breeds disease.

Fortune never helps the fainthearted.

It is better not to live at all than to live disgraced.

Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death–what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.

Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

Forgiving is not forgetting; its actually remembering–remembering and not using your right to hit back. Its a second chance for a new beginning. And the remembering part is particularly important. Especially if you dont want to repeat what happened.

Once heard, Never forgotten!

We’re so busy trying to move on and living our lives, that we sometimes forget to appreciate how far we’ve come, how well our wounds healed, and that somewhere along the journey, we’ve learned to let go.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.