his own use.

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Every yellow stream is not the Tiber.

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The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence.

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Loud complaints may be only vents for little ills.

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It is not enough to conceive a truth, we must act.

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When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived.

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The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born.

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This must be a golden age--everybody is running after it.