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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
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out
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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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