Intelligence Is To Genius As

Such A Great Misfortune, Not To Be Able To Be Alone.

We Need Not Envy Certain People Their Great Wealth; They Acquired It At A Heavy Cost, Which Would Not Suit Us; They Staked Their Rest, Their Health, Their Honour And Their Conscience To Acquire It, The Price Is Too High, And There Is Nothing To Be Gained By Such A Bargain.

He Who Excels In His Art So As To Carry It To The Utmost Height Of Perfection Of Which It Is Capable May Be Said In Some Measure To Go Beyond It: His Transcendent Productions Admit Of No Appellations.

A Man Of The World Must Seem To Be What He Wishes To Be Thought.

Envy And Hatred Go Together. Mutually Strengthened By The Fact Pursue The Same Object.