Self-love Is The Source Of All Our

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.

We Triumph Without Glory When We Conquer Without Danger.