It Is A Wearisome Disease

A Man's Worth Has Its Season, Like Fruit.

Gratitude Is Merely The Secret Hope Of Further Favors.

He Who Imagines He Can Do Without The World Deceives Himself Much; But He Who Fancies The World Cannot Do Without Him Is Still More Mistaken.

Our Virtues Are Often, In Reality, No Better Than Vices Disguised.

Great Men's Honor Ought Always To Be Measured By The Methods They Made Use Of In Attaining It.