Still People Are Dangerous.

Often We Find Our Own Destiny On The Same Roads That We Have Been Avoiding.

Everyone Calls Himself A Friend, But Only A Fool Relies On It; Nothing Is Commoner Than The Name, Nothing Rarer Than The Thing.

We Read On The Foreheads Of Those Who Are Surrounded By A Foolish Luxury, That Fortune Sells What She Is Thought To Give.

Alas! We See That The Small Have Always Suffered For The Follies Of The Great. [fr., Helas! On Voit Que De Tout Temps Les Petits Ont Pati Des Sottises Des Grands.]

Learn That Every Flatterer Lives At The Flattered Listeners Cost.