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Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is A Great Restorer Of Strength.

Do Thou Restrain The Haughty Spirit In Thy Breast, For Better Far Is Gentle Courtesy.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.