What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a
friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press him
further, you have the choice of two things--either to lose your
loan or lose your friend.
[Lat., Si quis mutuum quid dederit, sit pro proprio perditum;
Cum repetas, inimicum amicum beneficio invenis tuo.
Si mage exigere cupias, duarum rerum exoritur optio;
Vel illud, quod credideris perdas, vel illum amicum, amiseris.]
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One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more
One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might read more
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair.
[Lat., Gli huomini dimenticano piu teste la morte del padre, che
la perdita del patrimonie.]
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.
Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.
Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse
No man can lose what he never had.
No man can lose what he never had.
Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.
Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
