I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomized our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me.
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Fortune can, for her pleasure, fools advance, And toss them on the wheels of Chance.
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Fortune can, for her pleasure, fools advance, And toss them on the wheels of Chance.
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Ardeat ipsa licet, tormentia gaudet amantis. (Though she may herself burn, she delights in her lover's torment.)
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Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.
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Refrain from doing ill for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds we are all to prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.
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Many commit the same crime with a different destiny; one bears a cross as the price of his villainy, another wears a crown.
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All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.
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It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.
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Nothing is more intolerable than a wealthy woman.
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Luxury is more deadly than any foe.
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Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think the fools.
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A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
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The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses!
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Who watches the Watchmen?
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The people that one bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses
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It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
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A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
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Writing is the incurable itch that possesses many.
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A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.
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Fortune can, for her pleasure, fools advance,
And toss them on the wheels of Chance.
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The smell of profit is clean and sweet, whatever the source.
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It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
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Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
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All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.
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So rare is the union of beauty with modesty.
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Peace visits not the guilty mind.
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Be rich to yourself and poor to your friends.
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One path alone leads to a life of peace: The path of virtue.
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A healthy mind in a healthy body.
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