I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
OVIDI am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
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It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.
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We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.
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Love will enter cloaked in friendship’s name.
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The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
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Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour.
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There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
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Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
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Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
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Make the workmanship surpass the materials.
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A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
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First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, ‘I believe,’ three times.
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There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
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A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.
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Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.
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He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.
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