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Losers must have leave to speak.
— Loss
Losers must have leave to speak.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Beaten paths are for beaten men.
The joy of losing consists in this: Where there are no expectations, there is no disappointment.
Like the dew on the mountain, Thou art gone, and forever!
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
It is inconceivable that something is lost forever.
That loss is common would not makeTo evening, but some heart did break.
But over all things brooding sleptThe quiet sense of something lost.
No man can lose what he never had.
For 'tis a truth well known to most,In every cranny but the right.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
What's saved affordsNo indication of what's lost.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost;When character is lost, all is lost!
That puts it not unto the touchTo win or lose it all.
