I Have Often Reaped What Others Have

In Politics People Throw Themselves, As On A Sickbed, From One Side To The Other In The Belief They Will Lie More Comfortably.

Hatred Is Active Displeasure, Envy Passive. We Need Not Wonder That Envy Turns To Soon To Hatred.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

Limitation Of Aims Is The Mother Of Wisdom And The Secret Of Achievement.

True Happiness Springs From Moderation.