Kindness Acts Not Always As You Think;

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]

When There Is No Peril In The Fight There Is No Glory In The Triumph.

Ambition Displeases When It Has Been Sated ... Having Reached The Peak, It Aspires To Descend.