Qui chante son mal enchante.
Hélas ! je sors d'un mal pour tomber dans un pire.
Tous les maux viennent de faute de foi.
Presque tous les hommes sont médiocres et superficiels pour le mal comme pour le bien.
À raconter ses maux, souvent on les soulage.
Le temps est le lieu de l'insuffisance et, par conséquent, du mal et du malheur.
Tu perds ta peine, douleur ; si importune que tu sois, je n'avouerai jamais que tu sois un mal.
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