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Bemoaning your fate is a sure fire method of continuing it.
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
To generalize is to be an idiot.