Francis Bacon's Quote - The mould of a mans fortune is in his own hands. – Francis Bacon

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The mould of a mans fortune is in his own hands. - Francis Bacon

The mould of a mans fortune is in his own hands. – Francis Bacon

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The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding. – Francis Bacon

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Next to religion, let your care be to promote justice. – Francis Bacon

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The desire of excessive power caused the angels to fall the desire of knowledge caused men to fall. – Francis Bacon

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All men, if they work not as in the great taskmasters eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you. – Thomas Carlyle

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Even when we know what is right, too often we fail to act. More often we grab greedily for the day, letting tomorrow bring what it will, putting off the unpleasant and unpopular. – Bernard M. Baruch

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The great thought, the great concern, the great anxiety of men is to restrict, as much as possible, the limits of their own responsibility. – GiosuÃ© Borsi

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With great rights come great responsibilities. To those whom much has been given, much will be asked (time, talent, and treasure). – David C. Hill, ***Dave Does the Blog (hill-kleerup.org/blog)

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Marriage cannot be severed from its cultural, religious and natural roots without weakening the good influence of society. – Jack Kingston

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At the end of four years time, at graduation, we were down to 12. At our reunion that we had several years ago, only 1 out of the 52 actually made it to ordination and priesthood. So there you go, theres your numbers. – Peter Jurasik

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Where there is sunshine the doctor starves. – Flemish Proverb

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There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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