Fortune is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity.
A fair exterior is a silent recommendation.
What is left when honor is lost?
You should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.
Even when there is no law, there is conscience.
Even when the wound is healed, the scar remains.
We may with advantage at times forget what we know.
It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
Pain will force even the truthful to speak falsely.
Even a single hair casts its shadow.
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