Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And

It Is More Honorable To Be Raised To A Throne Than To Be Born To One. Fortune Bestows The One, Merit Obtains The Other.

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

If A Hundred Or A Thousand People, All Of The Same Age, Of The Same Constitution And Habits, Were Suddenly Seized By The Same Illness, And One Half Of Them Were To Place Themselves Under The Care Of Doctors, Such As They Are In Our Time, Whilst The Other Half Entrusted Themselves To Nature And To Their Own Discretion, I Have Not The Slightest Doubt That There Would Be More Cases Of Death Amongst The Former, And More Cases Of Recovery Among The Latter.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.