Leave Your Luck While Still

Things Do Not Pass For What They Are, But For What They Seem. Most Things Are Judged By Their Jackets.

I Strive To Be Brief, And I Become Obscure.

The Hossanas Of The Multitude Can Never Bring Satisfaction To The Discerning. Yet There Exist Those Chamaleons Of Popularity Who Find Their Joy, Not In The Sweet Breath Of Apollo, But In The Smell Of The Crowd. And Not In Mind: Do Not Be Taken In By What Are Miracles To The Populace, For The Ignorant Do Not Rise Above Marveling. Thus The Stupidity Of A Crowd Is Lost In Admiration, Even As The Brain Of An Individual Uncovers The Trick.

Many Have Had Their Greatness Made For Them By Their Enemies.

He Who Puts Off Nothing Till Tomorrow Has Done A Great Deal.