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Ego, Milia, and Vos: Vos quod milia multa basiorum Legistis, male me marem putatis? Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
Ego, Milia, and Vos: Vos quod milia multa basiorum Legistis, male me marem putatis? Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

Vos quod milia multa basiorum Legistis, male me marem putatis? Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

Can, All, and You: Not all men are wounded in the same place; and so you ought to know what part of you is weak, so you can give it the most protection.
Can, All, and You: Not all men are wounded in the same place; and so you ought to know what part of you is weak, so you can give it the most protection.

Not all men are wounded in the same place; and so you ought to know what part of you is weak, so you can give it the most protection.

Power, World, and Once: When we have done everything within our power, we shall possess a great deal: but we once possessed the world.
Power, World, and Once: When we have done everything within our power, we shall possess a great deal: but we once possessed the world.

When we have done everything within our power, we shall possess a great deal: but we once possessed the world.

Powerful, Blessings, and Will: You will notice that the most powerful and highly stationed men let drop remarks in which they pray for leisure, praise it, and rate it higher than all their blessings.
Powerful, Blessings, and Will: You will notice that the most powerful and highly stationed men let drop remarks in which they pray for leisure, praise it, and rate it higher than all their blessings.

You will notice that the most powerful and highly stationed men let drop remarks in which they pray for leisure, praise it, and rate it high...

Live, All, and Lie: All things that are still to come lie in uncertainty; live straightway!
Live, All, and Lie: All things that are still to come lie in uncertainty; live straightway!

All things that are still to come lie in uncertainty; live straightway!

Truth, Who, and One: Truth often harms the one who digs it up.
Truth, Who, and One: Truth often harms the one who digs it up.

Truth often harms the one who digs it up.

Who, Can, and You: For a person who is not aware that he is doing anything wrong has no desire to be put right. You have to catch yourself doing it before you can reform.
Who, Can, and You: For a person who is not aware that he is doing anything wrong has no desire to be put right. You have to catch yourself doing it before you can reform.

For a person who is not aware that he is doing anything wrong has no desire to be put right. You have to catch yourself doing it before you ...

Life, Run, and True: Why do we complain of Nature? She has shown herself kindly; life, if you know how to use it, is long. But one man is possessed by an avarice that is insatiable, another by a toilsome devotion to tasks that are useless; one man is besotted with wine, another is paralyzed by sloth; one man is exhausted by an ambition that always hangs upon the decision of others, another, driven on by the greed of the trader, is led over all lands and all seas by the hope of gain; some are tormented by a passion for war and are always either bent upon inflicting danger upon others or concerned about their own; some there are who are worn out by voluntary servitude in a thankless attendance upon the great; many are kept busy either in the pursuit of other men's fortune or in complaining of their own; many, following no fixed aim, shifting and inconstant and dissatisfied, are plunged by their fickleness into plans that are ever new; some have no fixed principle by which to direct their course, but Fate takes them unawares while they loll and yawn—so surely does it happen that I cannot doubt the truth of that utterance which the greatest of poets delivered with all the seeming of an oracle: "The part of life we really live is small."5 For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time. Vices beset us and surround us on every side, and they do not permit us to rise anew and lift up our eyes for the discernment of truth, but they keep us down when once they have overwhelmed us and we are chained to lust. Their victims are never allowed to return to their true selves; if ever they chance to find some release, like the waters of the deep sea which continue to heave even after the storm is past, they are tossed about, and no rest from their lusts abides. Think you that I am speaking of the wretches whose evils are admitted? Look at those whose prosperity men flock to behold; they are smothered by their blessings. To how many are riches a burden! From how many do eloquence and the daily straining to display their powers draw forth blood! How many are pale from constant pleasures! To how many does the throng of clients that crowd about them leave no freedom! In short, run through the list of all these men from the lowest to the highest—this man desires an advocate,6 this one answers the call, that one is on trial, that one defends him, that one gives sentence; no one asserts his claim to himself, everyone is wasted for the sake of another. Ask about the men whose names are known by heart, and you will see that these are the marks that distinguish them: A cultivates B and B cultivates C; no one is his own master. And then certain men show the most senseless indignation—they complain of the insolence of their superiors, because they were too busy to see them when they wished an audience! But can anyone have the hardihood to complain of the pride of another when he himself has no time to attend to himself? After all, no matter who you are, the great man does sometimes look toward you even if his face is insolent, he does sometimes condescend to listen to your words, he permits you to appear at his side; but you never deign to look upon yourself, to give ear to yourself. There is no reason, therefore, to count anyone in debt for such services, seeing that, when you performed them, you had no wish for another's company, but could not endure your own.
Life, Run, and True: Why do we complain of Nature? She has shown herself kindly; life, if you know how to use it, is long. But one man is possessed by an avarice that is insatiable, another by a toilsome devotion to tasks that are useless; one man is besotted with wine, another is paralyzed by sloth; one man is exhausted by an ambition that always hangs upon the decision of others, another, driven on by the greed of the trader, is led over all lands and all seas by the hope of gain; some are tormented by a passion for war and are always either bent upon inflicting danger upon others or concerned about their own; some there are who are worn out by voluntary servitude in a thankless attendance upon the great; many are kept busy either in the pursuit of other men's fortune or in complaining of their own; many, following no fixed aim, shifting and inconstant and dissatisfied, are plunged by their fickleness into plans that are ever new; some have no fixed principle by which to direct their course, but Fate takes them unawares while they loll and yawn—so surely does it happen that I cannot doubt the truth of that utterance which the greatest of poets delivered with all the seeming of an oracle: "The part of life we really live is small."5 For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time. Vices beset us and surround us on every side, and they do not permit us to rise anew and lift up our eyes for the discernment of truth, but they keep us down when once they have overwhelmed us and we are chained to lust. Their victims are never allowed to return to their true selves; if ever they chance to find some release, like the waters of the deep sea which continue to heave even after the storm is past, they are tossed about, and no rest from their lusts abides. Think you that I am speaking of the wretches whose evils are admitted? Look at those whose prosperity men flock to behold; they are smothered by their blessings. To how many are riches a burden! From how many do eloquence and the daily straining to display their powers draw forth blood! How many are pale from constant pleasures! To how many does the throng of clients that crowd about them leave no freedom! In short, run through the list of all these men from the lowest to the highest—this man desires an advocate,6 this one answers the call, that one is on trial, that one defends him, that one gives sentence; no one asserts his claim to himself, everyone is wasted for the sake of another. Ask about the men whose names are known by heart, and you will see that these are the marks that distinguish them: A cultivates B and B cultivates C; no one is his own master. And then certain men show the most senseless indignation—they complain of the insolence of their superiors, because they were too busy to see them when they wished an audience! But can anyone have the hardihood to complain of the pride of another when he himself has no time to attend to himself? After all, no matter who you are, the great man does sometimes look toward you even if his face is insolent, he does sometimes condescend to listen to your words, he permits you to appear at his side; but you never deign to look upon yourself, to give ear to yourself. There is no reason, therefore, to count anyone in debt for such services, seeing that, when you performed them, you had no wish for another's company, but could not endure your own.

Why do we complain of Nature? She has shown herself kindly; life, if you know how to use it, is long. But one man is possessed by an avarice...

How, Who, and Can: How much happier is the man who owes nothing to anybody except the one he can most easily refuse, himself!
How, Who, and Can: How much happier is the man who owes nothing to anybody except the one he can most easily refuse, himself!

How much happier is the man who owes nothing to anybody except the one he can most easily refuse, himself!

Life, All, and You: Nothing at all is to be valued, but life should be sweet. You should not serve things; things should serve you.
Life, All, and You: Nothing at all is to be valued, but life should be sweet. You should not serve things; things should serve you.

Nothing at all is to be valued, but life should be sweet. You should not serve things; things should serve you.

Fate, For, and The: For Fate/ The willing leads, the unwilling drags along.
Fate, For, and The: For Fate/ The willing leads, the unwilling drags along.

For Fate/ The willing leads, the unwilling drags along.

Sin, Que, and Vida: Toda nuestra vida navegamos en un pequeño bote al que llamamos conciencia, el que vaga sin rumbo sobre el inmenso e inexplorado océano de nuestro inconsciente.
Sin, Que, and  Vida: Toda nuestra vida navegamos en un pequeño bote al que llamamos conciencia, el que vaga sin rumbo sobre el inmenso e inexplorado océano de nuestro inconsciente.

Toda nuestra vida navegamos en un pequeño bote al que llamamos conciencia, el que vaga sin rumbo sobre el inmenso e inexplorado océano de nu...

Uno, Poi, and Mø: LETTERA 3 LA VERA AMICIZIA Ma se stimi amico uno, e poi non hai in lui la stessa fiducia che hai in te stesso, commetti un grave errore e ignori il valore della vera amicizia.
Uno, Poi, and Mø: LETTERA 3 LA VERA AMICIZIA Ma se stimi amico uno, e poi non hai in lui la stessa fiducia che hai in te stesso, commetti un grave errore e ignori il valore della vera amicizia.

LETTERA 3 LA VERA AMICIZIA Ma se stimi amico uno, e poi non hai in lui la stessa fiducia che hai in te stesso, commetti un grave errore e ig...

God, Good, and Person: In every good person, there lives a god. Which god? We cannot be sure - but it is a god.
God, Good, and Person: In every good person, there lives a god. Which god? We cannot be sure - but it is a god.

In every good person, there lives a god. Which god? We cannot be sure - but it is a god.

Que, Son, and No: No son las partes sanas las que cuentan nuestra historia. Son nuestras marcas, grietas y partes faltantes, quienes lo cuentan todo.
Que, Son, and  No: No son las partes sanas las que cuentan nuestra historia. Son nuestras marcas, grietas y partes faltantes, quienes lo cuentan todo.

No son las partes sanas las que cuentan nuestra historia. Son nuestras marcas, grietas y partes faltantes, quienes lo cuentan todo.

Sick, I Swear, and Win Win: Tria finally slumped to the ground I swear I'm sick of falling into pits and swamps... Hey, upside is you're not dead yet so win win. Ingra said cheerfully.
Sick, I Swear, and Win Win: Tria finally slumped to the ground I swear I'm sick of falling into pits and swamps... Hey, upside is you're not dead yet so win win. Ingra said cheerfully.

Tria finally slumped to the ground I swear I'm sick of falling into pits and swamps... Hey, upside is you're not dead yet so win win. Ingra ...

Darkness, Cast, and What: Oh, what darkness does great prosperity cast over our minds!
Darkness, Cast, and What: Oh, what darkness does great prosperity cast over our minds!

Oh, what darkness does great prosperity cast over our minds!

All The, All, and Expose: I shall expose and reopen all the wounds which have already healed.
All The, All, and Expose: I shall expose and reopen all the wounds which have already healed.

I shall expose and reopen all the wounds which have already healed.

Bad, Good, and Never: I shall never be ashamed to go to a bad author for a good quotation.
Bad, Good, and Never: I shall never be ashamed to go to a bad author for a good quotation.

I shall never be ashamed to go to a bad author for a good quotation.

Who, One, and Man: It is not the man who has to little who is poor, but the one who hankers after more.
Who, One, and Man: It is not the man who has to little who is poor, but the one who hankers after more.

It is not the man who has to little who is poor, but the one who hankers after more.

Change, Name, and Why: Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narrator. [Why do you laugh ? Change only the name and this story is about you.]
Change, Name, and Why: Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narrator. [Why do you laugh ? Change only the name and this story is about you.]

Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narrator. [Why do you laugh ? Change only the name and this story is about you.]

Que, Tao, and Teto: Saiba que um teto de palha abriga o homem tão bem quanto o de ouro.
Que, Tao, and Teto: Saiba que um teto de palha abriga o homem tão bem quanto o de ouro.

Saiba que um teto de palha abriga o homem tão bem quanto o de ouro.

Lost, Women, and How: O how many noble deeds of women are lost in obscurity!
Lost, Women, and How: O how many noble deeds of women are lost in obscurity!

O how many noble deeds of women are lost in obscurity!

Life, How To, and Live: It takes all of our life to learn how to live, and – something that may surprise you more – it takes just as long to learn how to die.
Life, How To, and Live: It takes all of our life to learn how to live, and – something that may surprise you more – it takes just as long to learn how to die.

It takes all of our life to learn how to live, and – something that may surprise you more – it takes just as long to learn how to die.

Fancy, Thing, and You: If you look on wealth as a thing to be valued you’ll always fancy yourself to be short of the things you need to the extent to which you lag behind what others have.
Fancy, Thing, and You: If you look on wealth as a thing to be valued you’ll always fancy yourself to be short of the things you need to the extent to which you lag behind what others have.

If you look on wealth as a thing to be valued you’ll always fancy yourself to be short of the things you need to the extent to which you lag...

Control, Time, and One: Men are tight-fisted in keeping control of their fortunes, but when it comes to the matter of wasting time, they are positively extravagant in the one area where there is honour in being miserly.
Control, Time, and One: Men are tight-fisted in keeping control of their fortunes, but when it comes to the matter of wasting time, they are positively extravagant in the one area where there is honour in being miserly.

Men are tight-fisted in keeping control of their fortunes, but when it comes to the matter of wasting time, they are positively extravagant ...

Crush, Reality, and Imagination: There are more things, Lucilius, likely to frighten us than there are to crush us; we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.
Crush, Reality, and Imagination: There are more things, Lucilius, likely to frighten us than there are to crush us; we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.

There are more things, Lucilius, likely to frighten us than there are to crush us; we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.

Rome, Mass, and Can: It is unbearable to be deprived of your country.' Come now, look at this mass of people whom the buildings of huge Rome can scarcely hold: most of that crowd are deprived of their country.
Rome, Mass, and Can: It is unbearable to be deprived of your country.' Come now, look at this mass of people whom the buildings of huge Rome can scarcely hold: most of that crowd are deprived of their country.

It is unbearable to be deprived of your country.' Come now, look at this mass of people whom the buildings of huge Rome can scarcely hold: m...

Love, Hatred, and Woman: Poor woman, do you want to know where hatred ends? Look to love.
Love, Hatred, and Woman: Poor woman, do you want to know where hatred ends? Look to love.

Poor woman, do you want to know where hatred ends? Look to love.

Mind, Peace, and Been: The man who tries to find out what has been said against him, who seeks to unearth spiteful gossip, even when engaged in privately, is destroying his own peace of mind.
Mind, Peace, and Been: The man who tries to find out what has been said against him, who seeks to unearth spiteful gossip, even when engaged in privately, is destroying his own peace of mind.

The man who tries to find out what has been said against him, who seeks to unearth spiteful gossip, even when engaged in privately, is destr...

Ashes, All, and The Ashes: In the ashes all men are levelled. We're born unequal, we die equal.
Ashes, All, and The Ashes: In the ashes all men are levelled. We're born unequal, we die equal.

In the ashes all men are levelled. We're born unequal, we die equal.

Conservative Memes: قال رسول الله ان الله لا يتقبل من العمل الا ما كان له خالصا وابتغى به وجهه
Conservative Memes: قال رسول الله ان الله لا يتقبل من العمل الا ما كان له خالصا وابتغى به وجهه

قال رسول الله ان الله لا يتقبل من العمل الا ما كان له خالصا وابتغى به وجهه

Alive, Death, and Never: The man who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.
Alive, Death, and Never: The man who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.

The man who fears death will never do anything worthy of a man who is alive.