By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.

By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.

Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities ...

Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.

Luck's always to blame.

I bend and do not break.

I bend but do not break.

The sign brings customers.

I bend, but I do not break.

Still people are dangerous.

Cats know not how to pardon.

Diversity, that is my motto.

What God does, He does well.

A hungry stomach cannot hear.

Better to suffer than to die.

The strongest passion is fear.

We risk all in being too greedy.

In short, luck's always to blame.

We heed no instincts but our own.

A hare is not caught with a drum.

By the work one knows the workman.

No path of flowers leads to glory.

Nothing weighs more than a secret.

We are never content with our lot.

A cheerful mind is a vigorous mind.

The worst time is always the present.

Sensible people find nothing useless.

No favor can win gratitude from a cat.

Rather suffer than die is man's motto.

Help thyself and Heaven will help thee.

People who make no noise are dangerous.

We believe no evil till the evil's done

One returns to the place one came from.

In this world we must help one another.

In everything one must consider the end.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Help yourself, and Heaven will help you.

There is nothing useless to men of sense.

Gentleness succeeds better than violence.

Foxes are all tail, and women all tongue.

Man is ice to truth and fire to falsehood.

In everything we ought to look at the end.

We become innocent when we are unfortunate.

But the shortest works are always the best.

We ought to consider the end in everything.

If you deal with a fox, think of his tricks.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.

Religious contention is the devil's harvest.

Neither wealth or greatness render us happy.

Half of today is better than all of tomorrow.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory.

To hell with pleasure that's haunted by fear.

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