Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who

We Pay A High Price For Intelligence. Wisdom Hurts.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

Experience, Travel - These Are An Education In Themselves.