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A certain jollity of mind, pickled in the scorn of fortune.

Francois Rabelais

I’d gladly do without a valet. I’m never so well treated as when I’m without a valet.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Myself Treat
Can there be any greater dotage in the world than for one to guide and direct his courses by the sound of a bell, and not by his own judgment.
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Greatness Guide Himself Judgement Sound World
Not everyone is a debtor who wishes to be; not everyone who wishes makes creditors.
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Anand Thakur
There is no truer cause of unhappiness amongst men than, where naturally expecting charity and benevolence, they receive harm and vexation.
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Expectation Happiness Harm Natural True
If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.
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Avoid Break Mirror See
I know of a charm by way of a prayer that will preserve a man from the violence of guns and all manner of fire-weapons and engines but it will do me no good because I do not believe it
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Anand Thakur
Against fortune the carter cracks his whip in vain.
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Crack Fortune Himself
A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tunder.
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Drink Rain Wind
The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!
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Agreement Celestial Prayer Scent Wine
There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.
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Abandonment Desire Holy Pervert Sacred
Don’t limp in front of the lame.
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Lame One Liner
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
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Anand Thakur
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.
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Monk Public
Giving words is an act of lovers.
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Act Lover Word
The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can’t get it back; it’s bald in the back of the head and never turns around.
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Around Head Missing Moments Right
From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.
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Hunger Strength

A certain jollity of mind, pickled in the scorn of fortune.

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