Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
PETRARCHRuthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
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Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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For style beyond the genius never dares.
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The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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A good death does honour to a whole life.
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