Success Rarely Brings Satisfaction.

The Heaven Of The Envied Is Hell For The Envious.

Some Would Be Sages If They Did Not Believe They Were So Already.

The Hossanas Of The Multitude Can Never Bring Satisfaction To The Discerning. Yet There Exist Those Chamaleons Of Popularity Who Find Their Joy, Not In The Sweet Breath Of Apollo, But In The Smell Of The Crowd. And Not In Mind: Do Not Be Taken In By What Are Miracles To The Populace, For The Ignorant Do Not Rise Above Marveling. Thus The Stupidity Of A Crowd Is Lost In Admiration, Even As The Brain Of An Individual Uncovers The Trick.

The Path To Greatness Is Along With Others.

You May Be Obliged To Wage War, But Not To Use Poisoned Arrows.