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 For him who loves labor, there is always something to do.

It is a kingly spirit that can return good deeds from reproaches.

An inglorious life is the next thing to death.

Solitude is the mother of anxieties.

The party to which the rabble belong is ever the worst.

Even calamity becomes virtue's opportunity.

The wretched reflect either too much or too little.

Patient is affliction's haven.

The good to which we have become accustomed, is often an evil.

Even a single hair casts its shadow.

Celerity is tardiness when ardent desire urges.

He who takes counsel of good faith, is just even to an enemy.

We should keep our word even to the undeserving.

Pain will force even the truth to speak falsely.

It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.