Friendships Ought To Be Immortal, Hostilities Mortal.

The Troubles Which Have Come Upon Us Always Seem More Serious Than Those Which Are Only Threatening.

Toil And Pleasure, Dissimilar In Nature, Are Nevertheless United By A Certain Natural Bond.

Present Sufferings Seem Far Greater To Men Than Those They Merely Dread.

Favor And Honor Sometimes Fall More Fitly On Those Who Do Not Desire Them.

Such Is The Nature Of Crowds: Either They Are Humble And Servile Or Arrogant And Dominating. They Are Incapable Of Making Moderate Use Of Freedom, Which Is The Middle Course, Or Of Keeping It.