None Are So Fond Of Secrets As

Our Wealth Is Often A Snare To Ourselves, And Always A Temptation To Others.

A Youth Without Fire Is Followed By An Old Age Without Experience.

Life Is The Jailer Of The Soul In This Filthy Prison, And Its Only Deliverer Is Death.

Honor Is The Most Capricious In Her Rewards. She Feeds Us With Air, And Often Pulls Down Our House, To Build Our Monument.

As In The Game Of Billiards, The Balls Are Constantly Producing Effects From Mere Chance, Which The Most Skillful Player Could Neither Execute Nor Foresee, But Which, When They Do Happen, Serve Mainly To Teach Him How Much He Has Still To Learn; So It Is In The Most Profound And Complicated Game Of Politics And Diplomacy. In Both Cases, We Can Only Regulate Our Play By What We Have Seen, Rather Than By What We Have Hoped; And By What We Have Experienced, Rather Than By What We Have Expected.