Evil Report Carries Further Than Any Applause.

Know What Is Evil, No Matter How Worshipped It May Be. Let The Man Of Sense Not Mistake It, Even When Clothed In Brocade, Or At Times Crowned In Gold, Because It Cannot Thereby Hide Its Hypocrisy, For Slavery Does Not Lose Its Infamy, However Noble The Master.

There Are Rules To Luck, Not Everything Is Chance For The Wise; Luck Can Be Helped By Skill.

Wisdom Is Immortal. She Can Wait Forever, But You Cannot.

Nothing Arouses Ambition So Much In The Heart As The Trumpet-clang Of Another's Fame.

Let Him That Hath No Power Of Patience Retire Within Himself, Though Even There He Will Have To Put Up With Himself.