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Just As We Never Taste Happiness In Perfection, Our Most Fortunate Successes Are Mixed With Sadness. So Too We Never Taste Sadness Completely, As Things Could Always Be Worse In Some Way And For This We Can Be Grateful.

Deceit Is The Game Of Petty Spirits, And That Is By Nature A Woman's Quality.

When The Patient Loves His Disease, How Unwilling He Is To Allow A Remedy To Be Applied.

He Who Is Hated By All Can Not Expect To Live Long.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.