Pardon Me, My Friends, I

It Is A Terrible Thought, To Contemplate That An Immense Number Of Mediocre Thinkers Are Occupied With Really Influential Matters.

To Be The Equal Of One's Opponent-this Is The First Condition Of An Honourable Duel.

When The Gratitude That Many Owe To One Discards All Modesty, Then There Is Fame.

The Way To Transmute Your Iron Duty Into Gold In Everyone's Eyes Is This: Always Deliver More Than You Promise.

Cows Sometimes Wear An Expression Resembling Wonderment Arrested On Its Way To Becoming A Question. In The Eye Of Superior Intelligence, On The Other Hand, Lies The Nil Admirari Spread Out Like The Monotony Of A Cloudless Sky.