Oh, what a world full of pain we create, for a little taste upon the tongue. - Plutarch

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Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

Plutarch

Oh, what a world full of pain we create, for a little taste upon the tongue.

Full, Littles, Pain, Tongue, World

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Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little.

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I am whatever was, or is, or will be; and my veil no mortal ever took up.

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A healer of others, himself diseased.

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The same intelligence is required to marshal an army in battle and to order a good dinner. The first must be as formidable as possible, the second as pleasant as possible, to the participants.

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Vultures are the most righteous of birds: they do not attack even the smallest living creature.

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Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

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