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It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.

Horace

Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint Scripturus.]
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Authorship Care Write
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
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Joy Laughter Love People
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
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Country House People
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
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Inspirational Life Motivational
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.
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Birth Fall Joy Note
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
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Home May Think
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
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Conceited Race Self
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
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Fern Field Fire Out
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
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Guest Storm Willing
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
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Acquire Flames Strength
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
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Grief Limit Men
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
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First Money Wealth
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
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Men Time Year
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
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Book Fate Live Today
A man perfect to the finger tips.
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Finger Men Perfect
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
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Last Poverty Wing
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
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Gravem Need War Wine
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
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Mistake Ridiculous Same
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
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Plunder Time Year
And I endeavour to subdue circumstances to myself, and not myself to circumstances. [Lat., Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor.]
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Circumstances Endeavor Myself
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
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Give Labor Life Men
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious.
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Depress People Think
One cannot know everything.
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Everything Know Knowledge
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
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Acceptance Forbidden Lighter
What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
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Anger Cut Punishment
Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.
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Mind Spill Superfluous
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
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Badly Life People Privacy

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.

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