Happy Slaves Are The Bitterest Enemies Of

Conquer But Never Triumph.

Even Virtue Is An Art; And Even Its Devotees Are Divided Into Those Who Practise It And Those Who Are Merely Amateurs.

There Are Very Few Honest Friends--the Demand Is Not Particularly Great.

Exceptions Are Not Always The Proof Of The Old Rule; They Can Also Be The Harbinger Of A New One.

We Are Valued Wither Too Highly Or Not High Enough; We Are Never Taken At Our Real Worth.