No Man Is Clever Enough To Know

What Makes The Pain We Feel From Shame And Jealousy So Cutting Is That Vanity Can Give Us No Assistance In Bearing Them.

We Feel Good And Ill Only In Proportion To Our Self-love.

There Is No Praise We Have Not Lavished Upon Prudence; And Yet She Cannot Assure To Us The Most Trifling Event.

Perhaps Being Old Is Having Lighted Rooms Inside Your Head, And People In Them, Acting. People You Know, Yet Can't Quite Name.

To Praise Princes For Virtues They Do Not Possess Is To Insult Them Without Fear Of Consequences.