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It Is Not Death Or Pain That Is To Be Dreaded, But The Fear Of Pain Or Death.

Make The Best Use Of What Is In Your Power, And Take The Rest As It Happens.

Crows Pick Out The Eyes Of The Dead, When The Dead Have No Longer Need Of Them; But Flatterers Mar The Soul Of The Living, And Her Eyes They Blind.

Nothing Great Is Created Suddenly, Any More Than A Bunch Of Grapes Or A Fig.

No Man Is Able To Make Progress When He Is Wavering Between Opposite Things.