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The Noblest Deeds Are Well Enough Set Forth In Simple Language; Emphasis Spoils Them.

False Greatness Is Unsociable And Remote: Conscious Of Its Own Frailty, It Hides, Or At Least Averts Its Face, And Reveals Itself Only Enough To Create An Illusion And Not Be Recognized As The Meanness That It Really Is. True Greatness Is Free, Kind, Familiar And Popular; It Lets Itself Be Touched And Handled, It Loses Nothing By Being Seen At Close Quarters; The Better One Knows It, The More One Admires It.

The Fear Of Old Age Disturbs Us, Yet We Are Not Certain Of Becoming Old.

Life At Court Does Not Satisfy A Man, But It Keeps Him From Being Satisfied With Anything Else.

We Must Strive To Make Ourselves Really Worthy Of Some Employment. We Need Pay No Attention To Anything Else; The Rest Is The Business Of Others.