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The public weal requires that men should betray, and lie, and massacre
The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death
Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee
Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul
Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being
Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it
Not being able to govern events, I govern myself
My trade and art is to live
My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened
Marriage, a market which has nothing free but the entrance
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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