Loudness Is Impotence.

Be Not The Fourth Friend Of Him Who Had Three Before And Lost Them.

What Do I Owe To My Times, To My Country, To My Neighbors, To My Friends? Such Are The Questions Which A Virtuous Man Ought Often To Ask Himself.

Wishes Run Over In Loquacious Impotence, Will Presses On With Laconic Energy.

He Can Feel No Little Wants Who Is In Pursuit Of Grandeur.

The Obstinacy Of The Indolent And Weak Is Less Conquerable Than That Of The Fiery And Bold.