Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. The Grapes of Wrath
We live as it were by chance, and by chance we are governed. Seneca's Morals
Adapt yourself to the environment in which your lot has been cast, and show true love to the fellow-mortals with whom destiny has surrounded you. Book VI
The gentleman lolling back in the chaise was neither dashingly handsome nor yet unbearably ugly, neither too stout nor yet too thin; it could not be claimed he was old but he was no stripling, either. His arrival in the town created no stir and was not marked by anything out of the ordinary. Dead Souls
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