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Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is read more
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more
We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step toward repairing our loss.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step toward repairing our loss.
